whomever
you imagined you'd
fall in love with––
i’m not he.
whatever they're
selling you
in the streets or
over the radio––
it’s not me.
when you make a list
of what you think
you really want
just breathe & be.
i’m inside the
flesh of your
deepest dream
speechless until
you notice time
has stopped.
your senses wake
you swallow your breath.
we start to laugh
as we fnally feel
like children, like birds
like lions, like angels
like clouds, like gods
like lovers
tasting the apple
for the first time.