Looking up

i told myself i could be the best lover
the last one standing
listen to me
i told myself i could form the fairytales with words and my own hands
with imagination and soul
choosing to go where the sky bends
and the water calls me out and balances me
soothed over as honey
on a chest so sweet
so deep dark and brown
sitting under crowns
floating on clouds
i believed it, yes i believed it