In another universe…
you are..
A universe I can’t see.
An environment only my
imagination can reach.
In another universe…
you make contact occasionally:
a pulse beating across skin,
a pebble rippling the water,
a drum skin struck from inside,
a wriggle on a trampoline.
I listen for you in another universe,
listen for you with my body’s intensity.
I listen for you in another universe,
another universe that lies inside of me.
I wrote this some time ago and just found it in a notebook.