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  • Midnight chills caress our skin
    the dead of night calls upon us
    home is no longer the inside of a building
    but the inviting winds of the outside world,
    a subtle floor crack into a brand-new universe.
    your silent whispers traverse to the edge of my brain
    we brace ourselves because we know, we realize what this is
    a portal to our most vivid daydreams
    a timid smile creeps on my face
    (this is really happening)

    you opened the portal ever so carefully
    as if our one-way ticket could shatter
    easily as a glass in the hands of a drunken man
    this world was so quiet, so raw, so mysterious
    our steps barely resonated
    our insides swirled and breathed in the novelty
    we simply sat, near a deadpan body of water
    feet dangling in the air
    i took a moment to peruse the dark blanket that enveloped us
    with its brilliant stars and its closely-knit constellations
    and i wondered about what thoughts crossed your brain
    words broke the lingering silence
    only to inspire glances at the wonderful you
    a long moment passed by where we just stared at each other
    your eyes, such gorgeous dark orbs to your soul
    Softly carrying me closer to your face

    our thoughts regressed in time, making it all the way to
    third grade insomniac kids, scared to death by eerie aliens
    right down to unidentified flying objects
    shooting stars and their sheer greatness,
    who could possibly deny their fascination by their future destination,
    spiraling downward to their fate.
    we were both dreaming out loud,
    except we were not marionettes being toyed by our brains
    we were the puppeteers, the artists, the masters.

    you rose up, i followed
    to the marvelous time-bending machine
    our eyes communicated for ages
    i felt my heart expand and i knew
    this was the right place, the right time
    we were tethered together
    in our sweet weissnichtwo
    where
    time bent and so did we as we collided.
    Like a rollercoaster blasting off
    From zero to sixty moments
    I tasted the galaxies and the stars and you,
    suddenly all the things
    were in a blissful peace.
    nothing was ever more perfect.
    A better arrangement of events could not exist.
    So, to the opportune, beautiful midnight escapades
    I dedicate this ode.
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