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 wake 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.