Opus Opium (Opus of Art).

I feel so lost in paradise
the one I choose for myself
and somehow,
the one that got away
while my eyes are in a blank infinity
awake me
let me dream awake and asleep
with my own opus opium,
with these moments

it is to roll eyes
shiver slowly body hair
bristle nipples
is like pulling your hair behind
in a way that few know how
is like letting me perform your wildest fantasies
after all, you have nothing to lose.
This is not a dream, it is real
Come here and I will show you.

this is the opus of natural opium that I have inside of me
in the darkest hours
and unexpected.
this is a opus of art that no one can take from me
is what makes me survive
makes me feel alive after passing through a daily battlefield.
to lie in bed every night, to lie in bed with you
to wonder who one day, and how, will let me satisfied
and tired, but feeling good, much better than ever.