sleeping to be...

she said, I have everything but u... other than in the depths behind my eyes where u tend to move. yet, it's always with the sun to ur back so she cannot see ur face... as it's my silhouette that has become a shadow she cannot escape... carefully expressing that here in the real world we just do not exist... knowing she'd luv to stand between me n the sunset to catch a glimpse of how my smile adjusts to the nibbling of her lips... she needs nothing here for but a visual of who it is i truly am so she can shut off the alarm... she whispered softly that she's tired of waking up to alerts that never kickstart her heart... n the sleeping to be as one is the real joy forever felt bcuz she believes it's the only place she can find me waiting for her in the sand... lost with a patience for her to return so i can hold her again... though, with a mumble she asked, would it be cheating if she found me on the other side n left me to her dreams to linger on.?. she spoke of how i was the missing link to her forgotten norm... like she was reaching for me so her own visuals would align with who i am living life... as coming from the images stuck in my own mind... she told truths of how we were in luv in the middle of everything we've ever known... as i could relate to the crave to enter into realities shown... although her words never came from my own deep trans where i felt right at home... feeling a certain type of way when i awaken as if i am truly alone... in my head i have pieces of her scattered about... as my subconscious day dreams as if she were here to take these breaths from my mouth... with a rooted passion buried so far down she says, come get me with a sighing flirtation... n i'd want nothing more than to bring her back from my fantasies that claim her as an hallucination... mimicking me like a mirror that duplicates me as a mental image... it's how she knows me so well as to trigger intent pushing the limits... sounding as if she were me as she lip syncs my every thought... n in that moment is where i quietly pause... loosening to the realization that perfect is nonetheless a figment of the imagination playing tricks for treats... leaving a hole exposed in the chest that needs not be... but as i fall back under to rest there she is chuckling like i never left... damn, only if she'd appear the way she said, the sleeping to be as one is the real joy forever felt at its best...