the sun is shining on my back, and I am concerned of little
I want nothing more than to spend my time creating new and secret languages that only we will speak
and finding unknown pleasures to write my name on
to present to you. for you to hold onto for an eternity.
to live by forever.
I am frequently startled—and no longer by terrors in the night—but by my own daydreams &
a tooth to my ear with the light, delicate detection of a voice
hidden between miniature bellows of air.
& the prospect of being under ‘so many stars’, inventing new constellations
then dancing alone and under the moon like lunatics
till the sun rises to shine on our backs again,
and our night-time memories become daydreams once more.