verb: the subconscious state where the dreamer encounters a reflection of
/ what is / / in what was /
watercolor waves parched movements
a cityscape engraved by anemic sketches
radiating golden beams cracks of light permitted by
a gradient falling through the curtains gaps between fingers
in a charcoal street in a charred street
white lines to paint a crosswalk scratches in the salted earth
salt and pepper spilled digging for teasers of past purity
across the pavement pepper underneath my nails
interlocking fingers chaining up my fingers
resting my head on the nook of your reasserting me
shoulder your shoulder burns my coveted ears
we squeeze tighter boa constrictor style
i am tethered to you i am bound to you
ready for take-off but are you ready to fall?
and trusting my flight he tells me not to test my luck
you lift me up i am imprisoned
between the lines behind the lines
synchronize your mind to mine i traded my mind for yours
i’ll meet you in between the lines when i followed you
on the upside but feeling right walking backward into hushing
i’ll meet you in between the lines reassurance
hopscotching over clouds i fly you convinced me that i wanted
i’ll meet you in between the lines to walk on clouds
where we are we and he is I and taught me to forget
When i meet him in between the lines about my own two feet
will you wait for me will you wait for me
between those radiating golden beams underneath my skin seeped into my seams