Temporary Basement - Two Radios

Your face in sleep
Entreats to me
Ten oceans deep
one waveless sea

Eyelids flickering
Two radios speak
Broadcasting broken
Frequencies.

Oh I was last to leave
I was buried deep
But now I'm home with you
And home with you I sleep

Breathing glowering
The windmill brings
A vacuum pace
Of patience sings

I wake from cold
Against your heat
A break from dream
Better unsleep

It's home I want
It's home I choose.