In this sleep

that is not sleep, rather,

a drifting,

moving,

close, closer,

edging the filmy borders of unseen reality –

No rest,

No peace.

In this place,

i find myself

stretching out my hand to you  –

and i tie us,

breath to breath

pulse to pulse,

with fine white silken threads

of desire,

the shape of

a whole new world,

barely seen,

barely hinted at.

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