When I wake in the morning, heart pounding, after dreams with you and don't know where you are or where I am, I realize that it is impossible that you would be next to me.
I see whiteness burning to be conceptualized on, and as I start to cover the surface I realize the intimate collaboration of you with me, like frida kahlo and her rivero can not be
impossible place in a 902 space where we go; incased by nothing that comes before and nothing that comes afterwards. completely in the present. time stands still.
To be free and honest with someone who can handle it because of a mutual understanding and respect and not a small dose of evolving physical attraction.
...that is difficult to transfer to another person by means of writing it down or verbalising it
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