Our worlds were mixed
like a glove with
the perfect fit
until I fell away
into demons that weren’t
there only to satiate
and now that I have
broken free of their chains
I can accept the mendacious
nature of my past apologies;
now I can encapsulate
how dreamers sometimes
forget to breathe

So I’ll keep watching the way
you float in detachment
not only for you, but also
for me: it’s no longer child’s play,
there’s no more blinking
in regard to capturing
the ascension we need,
in regard to securing
your heart

Like water in my veins
answers are converging with
my bones-
I want to re-assess that fitment,
to be your missing part,
and hold onto our sacredness
until it is in togetherness
where we embrace
the ever pulling unknown