You like it 'cause it's refined,

A bottle of jazz-infused whiskey to quay a conscious-hungry mind.

You dream of etudes and symphonies.

I dream of scales scratching the peripheries of my tone-deaf mind.

You dreams of sailing forgotten seas.

I dream of rigging your boat, the sun blistering the currents of my sea-churned insanity.

You like it 'cause it's wild,

A heartbeat skipped, a hazard's blade slipped across the underside of your quivering tongue.

You want a romanticized version of the truth,

'Cause blood splatters in prettier patterns when it's cut by a gold blade glistening in the dawn-light.

You dream, in golden sepia, a vision of the future.

I dream, in black and white, of history's atrocities,

Heinous apparitions convene in my daydreams,

Whilst you chart the stars with Aphrodite,

Drinking oceans by the mouthful,

Breathing idealism like a powdered opiate.

You dream of Mozart and Lamar,

A collusion of grace and frustration pulsating in your veins.

I dream of silence,

Catapulting me into the depths of humanity's horrors,

And I wish us both the best as we drown in the opposing worlds we have created.