Our worlds were mixed
like a glove with
the perfect fit
until I fell away
into demons that were
only there to satiate
a temporary fix,
and now that I have
broken free of their chains
I can accept the mendacious
nature of my past apologies;
now I can encapsulate
how dreamers sometimes
forget to breathe

So I’ll keep watching the way
you float in detached grace
not only for you, but also
for me: it’s no longer child’s play,
there is no more blinking
in regard to capturing
the ascension we need,
in regard to securing
your heart and faith

Like water in my veins
answers are converging
with my bones-
I want to re-assess that fitment,
to be your wholesome trace
and hold onto our sacredness
until it is in togetherness
where we embrace
the ever pulling unknown