fine without you psychically present out loud and when the sun settles down I want you here with me, my head space dedicated to your heart space the clock will tell our future to take its time caressing present moments forgetting the world and the agenda that says we must think before we feel but, I think that I feel too much and I feel we belong together, I am the woman who purposed to the moon that hiding at night was an option necessary for regrouping the adequate glow that allows the animal to find its home and I have, under the stars, felt that home's presence stay awhile, or at least until I can etch the sky to say you're beautiful the way you came
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