Your eyes sweep up the light flecks,
and reflect the sun…
I breathe you in…
dreamland is a marvellous place.
connected but not connected.
They say you’re different.
Your own soul.
But how can that be?
I piece you together,
atom by atom, particle by
sweet particle, I breathe you,
dream you, shout your name to
the stars where I believe you
can hear me, and will respond in some
time-doesn’t-matter way.
Below but above
Not breathing, but existing
Who says when?
Who says anything at all?
Your eyes, hair, lips…all mine.
Mine.
An angel to me.
Until I need you.
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Submission Name: I believe
