Pinching my thighs, with sun on my spine
Feeling each and every ray of warmth, like fingertips beneath my skin
I took a deep breath and inhaled you in, along with this soft day
But was left alone with the all too quietness of my blank naked bones
Sometimes in the stillest of moments I think
I can feel the whole Earth down to the bottom of the deepest ocean
And then all the way to the limitless bounds of the atmosphere
Until the very fiber of my being has been twisted and spun
Turning into some figment choosing to exist neither here nor there
But rather in my own glinting world of impossible feats and unrealistic ideals 
of happily ever afters and a love that burns harder and stronger
Than anything we've ever known to be true

-Chelsea Dennis