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.