Her Intake

Seven O Clock,

Feel energy trickling through me,

Eyes are wide open.

My temperature is comfortable,

Brain is active, thirst is quenching..

Beyond the fog approaches hope.

Her fear of smiling makes me think,
Is it through experience?
Lost love?
Confused programming?

She floats more than walks and she sails away into the night. Do Not Enter written across her heart.

Three O Clock,

Keys in my pocket as I set sail.