Out of Tomorrow

Out of tomorrow
The prince of contentment eats my fingers
With the conviction grown from the earth
Where I used to water my insecurity

Perfectly evened out
In the yellow sheets that offered us solace
We lay to wait each other’s ending
And the beginning we seldom transpire

Yet one more day
When everything’s changed from ruin to castle
While I breathe quietly over your expectant body
And my fingerless hands search for your bosom