It’s dark. Don’t go alone

by Charlotte E. Wilde

My body unties itself
and my mind floats off
into the waves of my unconscious.
Tetherless, I’m drifting on our imaginary;
breathless, I find you waiting.

You trace my steps,
adjust your stride until you fit perfectly
into the curve of my thoughts,
my mind’s imprints
where synapses slip
like breadcrumbs.

And one by one,
you follow
this sloping honey hoax home.