in the depths of the night i reach for you, there is stillness and fury and a story i want to hear. you could talk like i was the only one listening, and in return i would light your ears with fire from my imagination. i would take a grasp of your fingers and hold them longingly as you drifted into dreams my body wove for you. in different seas and tongues we transpire the illusion that we could be spun and undone in a heart beat.