I want to be pressed up close to a heartbeat
like a bird who is no longer injured but stays for the healing.
dancing in the sunlight in my mind
memories of a future I once lived
sweet, shallow breaths so as not to disturb the dream.
don’t wake me. the sun is warm on my cheeks
remembering when those who passed were here forever.
ice cream soothing sad tears
and now love.
biting and washing over me. like a wool blanket.
scratchy, but once you sleep peacefully you only feel the warmth
– Nisha Moodley