Vanilla and glass she whispers; it’s all in

past tense

I wanna hold all your light in my hand

is the line he writes back in

his mind

She’s not telepathic, but she is surely

magic

and it would seem to him that she made him

feel, something more than

Real.

In all the lines I’ve written about you;

where do you disappear to?

He could never outgrow the space

She stitched her veins into his

The stars talk to me in your voice,

Do you know that? it’s your laughter i hear

in the storm clouds

In all his dreams, his spinning fantasises

She was the image that stared back at him

She could feel his eyes; staring through her skin

at her soul, her light, her beautiful being.