Ahead, Too Fast
Put this one down to thinking. Put this one down to perseverance. Put this one down to doing the dishes on a winter’s night when there is no feeling
In the tips of your fingers. In your toes. You crackle when you move. The electricity of my intentions reaches you before our bodies line up.
Why do my senses get to my dreams before my consciousness does?
Come back to me, heart. I need you now. I’m not yet asleep.