flight, part 2: shapeless
in my dreams, i am already home
in this smooth, round-edged day, the softness of morning
is a sweet caress.
on rose-drenched velvet clouds, infinity
glides like silk
the way water floats over our tongues
both of us tugging
at the threads of memories that do not yet exist—
as if I never left at all
I love this immediacy, I think I have said this to you before. I see before me an entire world, I feel your flight, it's lovely. Thank you.