Dear —–,

—–. —–. i repeat your name to remind myself what we have ain’t a dream. or maybe it is, manifest in splices of film i’ve crafted throughout the few hours of REM i manage nightly. a reel melted along the inner lining of my eyelids, magic birthing with every blink.

if i blink would you flutter away? —–, butterfly of my heart, tickle my arteries with the fine dust of your wings so i might be fine when they mend and cause you to drift astray. or closer. who knows what´s next? at our best, my mind´s a mess. thoughts of losing you cause my heart to fret.

but you make it smile like i did you that time whispers of beautiful journeyed the slopes of Oeste and spiraled throughout your tympanic membrane. wrinkles setting into the tiny gap between the base of your eyes, the peak of your cheeks. i wish i could nestle myself into them and wait for you to uplift me whenever the world betrays its beauty, watch beams pass through your eyes whenever she shares her light. share yours and i´ll share mine. sensitive to excess radiance, i can´t promise to halt precipitation.

—–. —–. i’ve been told what i speak into existence will come true, so i repeat your name with hopes you´ll find the encampment surrounding my aorta. protecting the flame you kindle in me. release a subtle breath against its embers and watch as the shadow of my soul frolics with yours into the endless night. —–, dance with me til the night don’t end. —–, cater my embers til the camp combusts into an array of fireworks, til our skin comes alight, til l— drowns out the twilight. -o–. how it burns for you. My –v- is true. My —e is you.