Last night the thought of you dripped down through the cracks of my brain as I blew out my candle of consciousness.

Like drinking water when your thirsty, like rain after a drought: the memory of you as I slid into dreamland was quenching.

This time the vision of your hand gently sliding across my hip in a gentle yet calming manner made its way to the core of my brain.

Like fire to dynamite, my mind exploded.

Fireworks went off in the parts of me where silver wear normally shatters.

You're the phosphene in my head,
You're the stars that don't leave when I stop looking at them.

I woke up in a sleepy daze searching for you on your side of the bed but was distraught when I realized your pillow hasn't any creases.