Happy Place

Happy place
Need to be at my happy place
No ember; no grill
No death breaking our will
You smell of roses; so tender and sweet
Inside you, death shall I cheat.
Your eyes; they say something else,
I often wonder if I,
No, I always wonder if I were Galileo's shells.

Am I that far away, honey?
Or am I oh so close that I could kiss your fingers?
I shake hands with sanity, but in vain
Your lips shaking, that's some knock -off to pain.

You'd think I'd suffer from your blows
That my carcass would be infested by your crows
But I already told you my potion sweetie,
Happy place,
Need to be at a happy place.
Well I'm at mine,
Or is it the same as yours?
Honey?
Is that you hanging from the ceiling?

~ Sameeul Amin Dhrubo