You are everywhere I look—
and nowhere,
all at once.

Intensely.
Vividly.
Intangibly.
Metaphysically.

I dream of you through silken sleep.
It is then—
and only then—
that I am able to feel you,
so closely.

Yours against mine,
but like a race against time.
Your body on mine,
intertwined.

It’s airy here—
this dream-like state.
The world is quiet here.
But oh—how you aren’t.
My sweet thing.

I taste yo...