Holy, Tess. I wrote something like this 8 months ago but this is lightyears beyond. My heart is hammering!
Kir! I want to answer this so that the note doesn’t get lost forever—so lovely and sweet of you! But I loved your sketch here!
love, where are you? I can’t quite reach you, but I can feel the stretch in my body, even as I wake, and know that I was reaching in my sleep—my dreams are liquid blue, deepening and brightening, waves on an ocean that turn color, not with the hour, but with whether I am looking out your window or mine—
(from my poem "I wake beside you, love--")