I will scratch away the moon and breathe in the dust. And put my hands on the sun and stare at the figurines of rust. I will lose myself in the sparkle of your eyes when you hit me with your scarf. And feel my heart beat when I tousle your hair and you blush in surprise. I will accept that it halts the ever-raging fear inside to see you dance. That it stops all the yearning and gives my soul a second chance.
I see traces of you when my fingertips move over the carvings in my desk and all the world’s reality fades into the grotesque. I sense your dreams when I look at the pillow next to mine and I feel they have something divine.
Very beautiful.
Thank you!