I put you in a shoebox

In a room 

of thunder storms and blunders

of perfect summers and surrenders

of midnight fogs and early breakfasts

In this bed 

I sleep and wake up to the end of every rainbow 

dreamt swimming on all these pots of gold 

but knocked up to the aroma of coffee and freshly baked bread 

I lie awake and bask in the sun's rays, feel its warmth to my losing eyes and my palm surrendering to it, pamper 

on these mattresses, and think of our memories 

like butterflies fluttering 

So I slip my hand on to a familiar territory 

Under the bed where I contain all that

Is that is in this room,

All sensation

Catching butterflies and letting them live inside