Found

If I didn’t have a dream about the piercings on your tiny pink nipples over your smoothe, hard chest last night, I wouldn’t have found you. It speaks to the way I feel about you, something distant and particular a particular star in twilight that exists only within my relative distance. It’s this gap between

Massive will

It’s push and pull The world pushes you away, but you have this massive will Bigger than a series of constellations That tethers you back It’s that will That binds me It’s thicker than anything imaginable It’s stronger than any physical bonds It’s connected to a rope that’s infinitely long No one can see it