The grey violet shines at night within,

bursts into a cloud which the skyline breaks;

its gentle bouncing breath, falls, falling-

The moments I have imagined but have not yet lived

-she tosses, turns, my lioness and her heavy dreams.

I kiss her and she rolls like a snug note folded over

in the corner of my shoulder.

I unfurl the night of her passing thoughts,

nestled in the brazen way she arrives at my neck.

The glass bowl of our dreams, bedside and resting;

a bursting valley of cosmic stardust,

across the impossible ocean,

and we begin again beginning to begin…