If only reality had an off switch
so I could fall backwards into my other normal
counting
5 4 3 2 1

and I'm there....

I'd hold your hand tight,
as we spiraled through the myriad of stars
in a blanket of millions of colors.

aurora after u n r e a l aurora,
we'd float through reality
on a blanket of velvety blues.
Colors would (jump)
like my heart does
every time you hold me close.
and this magical light switch
would turn off reality
so we could float along improbably,
through light and time and matter and space

until the old reality implodes.