Accentuation

I heard you say my name.

last night

a pregnant moon hidden from shaded blinds 

eyes frozen from auditory hallucinations 

and it was you. I recollect

tiny sparkles sprinkling in my ear

a luminary shadow from the peeked

tides gravitating toward you

and I could feel your breath

a past memory from cold windows

and warm perspiration

huffed on a glass, shadowed by a finger and 

swirled into two opposing curves

that create a heart figure.

because two become one, if I stand corrected

or the absolute truth defines circular thinking

let him go, set him free

if he is truly in love,

he will come back to thee.

Simplistic notions.

Simply not an ocean

we are divided across time and space

a continuum that supersedes time zones and

past lives sudden truths and hidden lies.

i would recollect another memory

but I'm sure that it was not meant to be.

You keep coming.

Invading.

Creating

space within me. I shove back a dream

swirl it into a nightmare, paint pretty little demonic

tails on sugar coated reveries. 

I can still hear you.

Tone, desperate.

Inflection, emphasis.

you were here.

Goose pimples touched this and that

of me

an electrifying soul gravitation

of how two souls dissipate and recreate the space which separates

another dimension of subconscious.

you hold me there.

command my name.

say it softly,

say it again,

reach it tight,

reach it low

hear me soft,

hear me moan and I am

unequivocally unimaginably undetermined to be

captivated by you.

This will only happen once in a lifetime,

this event-

under this full moon.

I once wished upon a shooting star.

Irrelevant of the desire to have a heart

for a moment's content. I held on tight, never letting go of

the swift breeze and honeydew swirling off the blades of grass

when I thought of the future you. And you came back.

to me

Reentered what 

was dominion free.

if only i could close my eyes again,

i would see that this is just

a

dream.

I heard you say my name.

-b.r.rivera-taylor