napowrimo 1 - The Call

You were breathing me in
like I was your favorite flower,
your eyes were blind
your hair was messy
everything about you was so loose
even your mind, it seemed.
I was sometimes an artist
and you were never profound.

Who knocked at the door,
Who woke you up?

You were just a man of silence
but, I was rooting at your hands.
I think you were never fond of flowers
and nothing was messy but myself.
Everything was loose about you,
even your heart, it seems.