interspace

The broken horizon steps away from my unmoving feet,
the earth turns heavy in my sleep.
My eyes fill and flow with the tides of you,
of what I could not see
The foundations of feeling
falling in this steadfast gaze.
because all I desired was desire itself,
and it tastes so good
and it makes me fat
to hold my ground against the winds
that wind time herself in knots
to worry if it's real or what
but I'm here
and if you put your hand against my chest
you might feel my heart beat,
you might give me reason to breathe.