The night plays wicked games.
We live hundreds of miles apart,
but in my dreams,
the space between us is but a heartbeat.
A single breath,
shared between our lips.
A string pulled taut,
between our bellies,
drawing us into each other.
There are no lines we cannot cross.
Moons rise,
stars fall,
and there we are.
Connected -
eye to eye,
hand to hand,
sharing the same singular moment,
before I wake.
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