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I find myself buried in his peaks and valleys
crevices that make way for
my lips, my tears, my breath
A lullaby is what I hear
from his relentless heart drones and hums
A synchronization of beats, of energy,
of touch that might spiral out of control
A chain reaction I can't call my own
A natural high not dope-induced
but coma-induced
Floating above clouds and the light of the moon
and yet I'm grounded
Enveloped in its crescent shape I lay
Entwined I defy gravity and cascade
lightly into a dream beneath my eyes
Paramnesia?
Phenomenal hypnosis?
Don't arouse me from my conscious sedation

M.Peña