in my dream
your gaze didn't land on my skin
it entered me like a spell
spoken in a forbidden tongue.

the numbers of the world
didn't just shiver
they moaned, arched toward us
blurring into heat
curving themselves around our gravity
as if the universe itself felt
your eyes moving
beneath
its
surface.

In my dream
when the world tried
to break your sequence
to shatter your
pattern
you answered
with exponential light
a blooming of numbers
that sang their own destiny

the ghosts holding my ribs together
pressed their mouths
to the bruised spaces of my heart
listening
aching for the dark music
you awakened in me
hungry for the way
your presence softened my darkness
and sharpened my desire


i said:
you
(yes, you)
were never meant to be read
in a single language.
you were carved
for translation
for evolution
for decoding
and recoding
until even the cosmos
leaned closer
to understand.
to taste the meaning of you.

i felt
how every gaze was a recursion
that pulls me deeper
aligning to the rhythm
of repeating desire

every promise
a labyrinth of flesh and fate
you'll wander
with trembling devotion
long after the candles
collapse into wax and smoke


I woke up

and
In reality
you were closer.