I want to live in the spaces between your heart beat. Where your mind sleeps and thoughts fall like heavy pennies in still crimson oceans made soft by an absent moon. I will lie in the fronds of your mind’s eye, a reflection of a reflection. A memory not yet made. As you sleep, I will sleep. Curled up inside of you. In that softness the world will never find. When you need to touch my skin, gently call to me. So I can escape like a sigh. Or a tear that once rolled down your cheek and into your mouth.