Inside my head

It's so dark, she says

as I kiss her through the glass.

It's so cold in here, I say

as she takes off her skin.

It's always raining in here, we say

as we lick our dusty bones.

-She thinks she made me up inside her head,

My stars are watching, she says

as our love gets sick with pride.

My flowers are burning us, I say

as universe becomes an open box.

Clouds feel suddenly sad, we say

as our toungues begin the ritual dance.

-I think I made her up inside my head.

I can't feel my heart, she says

as we hang around, smoking.

I can't feel my lips, I say

as our teeth run in circles.

I can't feel nothing at all, we say

as we get closer to god.

-We think we made him up inside our heads.