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.