Manifest

Underneath the blankets we can transform day into night…

a dark night to the pitch black in which imagination sparks poking tiny holes into the night leaving starlight…

I can see the reflection of the sparks in your eyes… and its only because my mind understands that you wish to be seen… the shear beauty that you choose who lays eyes upon you… and upon you I lay… looking intently at every detail with intensity at what space was once between us as an ocean… ships passing through the night that stopped to check the manifest of one soul to another… I recognize myself in you and the distance… the length of a pool that we both inhabit…

You laugh and speak…

You are in my dreams…

and my waking moment can only manifest three words to my lips…

departing from my flesh, traveling across the air to fall into your ears…

I haven’t said a word, but sighed my pleasure of your presence…

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