there is a warmth
in my mind where you live.
you pull the threads of my
memory and imagination,
like an impatient child,
and wrap them around yourself.
threads weave into a blanket with
hues of plum and honeysuckle
and cerulean blue, gently glowing
like a kaleidoscope around you.
slowly, with a sad, sad smile,
i fold you into a bright little star,
pulling you close and tucking you in.
and then, my mind brushes against you
in a good night kiss
before you drift away.
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