Inside of a lightbox
reaching for a pen
not a cigarette
it's a clear quartz
cream lighter
and the smell of chai
you have lost the weight of thread
that once used to wrap around your arms
a beautiful coincidence
for intuition to settle
dancing through glowing waves
stranger in the new light

a mind map will only make sense
to a certain part of your spiritual being
I want to love you this summer
like I do
these fragments of thoughts