it's another late one for me,
and i hope this doesn't wake you.

and i hope you're sleeping sweetly, sugary, 
syrupy. in confection, trapped by your feet.

and i hope the night doesn't bother you too
 much. with her many voices, and the sing 
songs she beckons to the moon.

and i hope the floorboards don't creak, as if
 they whispered to the universe,
 the language of our ancestors.

i hope the depth of your dreams are 
bottomless. that your thoughts align in the 
place where all things meet, love briefly, 
and birth worlds.

and i hope that when i slip into your 
heartbeat, it could be like the first time 
i realized you could be mine.
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