last night, your crazy love's words leaped toward my dreams' hour   i felt 'em nested into music notes through the pockets of my heart both, the love's words and dreams took the pulse of our sky’s shred to feel you to feel me thru any day

like a perfect miracle you are, I don't see you but I feel you, literally designed as I wanted, a spontaneous favorite dream, extravagant with compliments, for the dreamer I am, devoted

She always cut their sandwiches into triangles Monday, exuding a damaged angel sigh… Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, were the shifts of the others…