Asleep

For those few moments of something magnificent, he's willing to prostate himself in insignificance.
Attached to the feeling of being enthralled by something that he cannot do alone on his own.
He's so alive and so engaged with his own need of fixing her mess.
Deluded with hope to find what is hidden behind a pretentious and dainty figure.
He sees what he chooses while she makes excuses
And makes her existence of angry abuses.
Both trapped in a dream of enormous illusion
That someone out there will hold the other in full inclusion.