aurora borealis

i wish i was asleep
these stars slide so slow across the hour,
remind me of the place behind my lids where
no is a vague notion
furthered by naysaying dreamless,
the sun is a stepping stone and
my body is only the anchor
by which i measure how high i am flying–
and somewhere on the other side of the world,
there’s a you awake and drowsy,
murmuring a pulse into the sleeping ear
of a content and curling me.

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