where do we go when we fall asleep
towards spaces that put the mind at ease
we shape-shift quicker than we think or speak
and breathe in new qualities of being
the space of medicine drifts between
our fragmented thoughts and broken dreams
i see colors and sounds turning into mandalas
appearing before the mounds of your eyes
round as the sky and concave like the ocean
a singular appearance as vast and wide as devotion
strategies fail me and similes too
now all i have left is the memory of you
swimming in quantum entanglement
my fingers got stuck in your hair
i never bothered worshiping
anything quite as fair as you
faster than an avalanche and bolder than a kite
i was just starting to get over you
the moment that you took another bite
i walked the stairs to your bedroom
and laid myself at your feet
in boots you were standing over me
and in that moment you decided
it was my heart that you might keep