HERE

finding fingers interwoven 
and monsters between the
sheets

paper fools
cut out in the shape
of our form
like nothing else

sickly sweet carbonated
water 
on your tongue
hiding in the darkness
away from mine

the heat of sleep
slipping 
down
down
black

blue transmittance 
of light that 
rested 
with the shaking world
and us
awake all the same
the sun 
with a new day
different

here as always
for comfort and meaning
within and without 
your personal reality

I am here
without you seeing