Photosynthesis

ask me to look away

and I will
squint your sunshine lies
and pretend
the stark white words come from
moonlight
falling between cracks of my sheltered sleep

I like to think
you tuck stray strands of hair
away from my soundless soliloquy
and you listened
with the eagerness of a thirsty traveler
beside a clear bubbling stream

instead i wake up midday
sweat wrapped on sheets and skin
drapes swept aside at eleven in the morning
drenched in glaring sunlight stares
that burns cigarette pockmarks at the back of my neck