sometimes i wonder how you imagine me without the light. with your eyes shut. mind vast like cool crisp bedsheets. if you love me insomniaic. hush me into the dark folds of your room like blindfolded origami. birdswings and dragonflies. all these candleless paper boats and lanterns. i am the span of time between the then and then. your very lung's expansion. ear to mattress pressed. at just the right spot. where my heart beats to yours listening to the sound of you through soft cotton and dusk.