Where am I?

You'll find me....
In Between
the fibers and the ink stain
the keys and the glare
the verses and the melody
the bridges, the trains, the roads
In Between
A tall glass and a spiked drink
Rock bottom and the high of the sky
my reality and my fantasy
and on lonely nights
between the tangible and intangible
parts of his being
between his lips, his legs, his arms,
his hands, his sheets, his whispers, and his laughs.
Sometimes I find myself in his dreams
and the brighter part of his days
But then, I'm no longer in between.
I'm present in his space.

-M. Peña