I fear that I am forgetting what it felt like
to press my fingertips deep into that hot sand,
and wake up where the air is salty.
Again, we find ourselves in that thin place,
tiptoeing the line between particle and wave.
You are the light that disrupts
the world around you.
You are the warm whisper of breath
on my neck in the morning.
You are awake, reading,
while the rest of the world sleeps.
We walk in and out of reality, ever aware
that at any moment, this bliss state
will crash down around us
Let rebellion rear it's head, you say,
forgetting the most important adjective,
and I, blinded, follow you into the dark.