good morning fire eater

I'm imaginary
I'm so imaginary


I'm not here. Not
there. I'm nowhere.
Anywhere.

I'm under the rays
of silver moon shining through your little
window. I'm above your lights. I'm the songs
played out inside your polished car. I'm
every fire you taste every morning.
I'm grinding under your nose.
I'm the blink of an eye. I'm
the whispers of your lips.
I'm always under
your cold,
shivering
skin.


I'm invisible. Invisible.