I
Some things here are simply
Fiction found as soft
The dreamscape fades left
And twilight calls
In brightness dawning.
Some things here are simply
My soul in sweetness
Striving in articulations glare
As some things here are real.

II
Could have been his arms
More likely his mind but I
Was wrapped in safe solidity,
Safety solid of a smile and
Aura deep in royal velveteen
So jet the violet bled through.
He was all
Sparkly, warm.
And I,
Am fighting it.