My nights
float between sleep
and
sounds around me—
my mind drifting
to the shores of rest
and the isles of wakefulness
until I open my eyes
only to wish them
closed again.

The sun comes out loud, like it owns the whole day,
It shines like it’s sure I’ll be okay.
It burns through the curtains, expects me to move —
Like light means life, and I’ve got something to prove.

But the moon doesn’t ask me to rise or perform,
It waits without judgment, calm and warm.
It shows up in the silence, when the world shuts up —
And reminds me that just being here is enough.

There’s peace in the dark when the day is done —
I feel more at home with the moon than the sun.

I thought we were strangers
As much as we were strangers to
Everyone around
I thought you were just a story untold,
A future ideal
My little self dreamt of you
Pretended you were a hero
She saw you under the bed
In the backyard
In the furled faces
Of a million flowers
I knew you were of this universe
Well-known
But wasn't convinced
We'd ever meet in the flesh
But we've met many times
You and I
In the corner of my shoe closet
Running down that street, bruised,
We met in a cafe on Rue de Seine
On the 4-hour bus rides at 3am
We sat together, content,
On the floor of old libraries
Inhaling stories and scents
Of cedarwood and vanillan
I saw you dancing
When I was dancing
Awkward nerds
You took my hand, pulling.
I've seen your kind, fractalled face
A thousand times
And your voice saved my life
In awe at the depth of your knowing,
I'm grateful we're still alive.

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It's raining, I look,

and my friends thankfully leave --


me alone today.

One breath, we were family
the next, two silhouettes unrecognisable.

Are we strangers now?
I’m unsure.
But I do know this:
we stood, souls stripped,
bare in the quiet between us.

I wanted to trust you
to lay my heart in your palms
like kindling,
hoping you’d keep it warm.

Still, I ache.
Not just for your touch,
but for that fierce, wordless belonging.

Skin on skin,
Fingers interlocked,
Hair cascades down,
My stomach tied in knots.

Breathing grows heavy,
Anticipation runs high,
When I caress you,
The most rewarding sigh.

Your eyelashes flutter,
Brushing against my cheek,
Eyes closed in surrender,
No words we need to speak.

I trace constellations
Across your beating chest,
Each quiet inhalation
Sings my worries to rest.

You pull me closer still,
Hands settled at my waist,
Time slows to a hush
In this sacred, silent place.

Locked within this embrace,
I fear making the wrong move-
A connection so unexpected,
This beautiful moment with you.