We Share The Same Space

We have finally stopped travelling around each other.

Your wings are a starry flight

of my mind.

My hands are Your thoughts

proof of Your exsistence.

Who shall I pray to?

I can only speak in
in the graceful howls
of all uttering circles.

I am an apartment

for Your soul.

We share the same space.

These eyes I use

are ink wells for Your poems.

Each morning

I wake up

and turn towards You.

I breathe-in

and You come out

of my heart
as Our dearest reality.