He whispers scintillate A ray of light Look up and see that no one shines the same He asks if I know that out there in the ether There is a million people And then there is me Globule vivific and Population statistics A million and one he says He speaks to me Lately thereβs been a ghost under his covers Wrapped up in pale sheets under the twilight glow I watch from his window Towering a million miles high I beg to reach out to shake his frame loose The ghost in your bed belongs to my body The friction of skin against cotton sheets Cant you see my spark
This is for Jane Taylor and someone who has made me feel more like myself than I have in awhile.
I have a universe of feelings inside my small body