What is it like to be with you when the whole world is asleep?

I’d love to know the taste of your lips at midnight

sweeter than sunrise, softer than sunshine against my windowpane at dusk.

what is it like to kiss your face when the rest of the world closes its eyes?

I’d venture to say it feels like the broadest luck

quite impossible, quite unimagineable, but innumerably

inexplicably real.

your breath on my tongue

your eyelashes in my dreams but they flutter gently on my face

so real, too true, but quite still so unimagineably similar

to when stars collide.



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