miracle
what a good, — that you are
what a marvel, — that I am
of the miracle you are
of the happening I am
like colors that never met
one too high, — one too low
yet identical, yet chess mate
yet you, yet doppelgänger
i wish
when I wish to sleep, I sleep captive in the fiber of the dreams that float in my mind ⋯ your shadow in my light savors a song's color, infused in my soul's nectar, wrapped in what I wish ⋯ when I wish to see you, I see you as I penned you in the endless sound of my atoms, played by you ⋯ gamer, sailing in my ear, you wait for my whispers in cochlea's curved nook, to listen to what I wish ⋯ (when I wish), a desire smiles on my lips, and through my eyes, having as watcher, a dream that floats… through your mind
