Through a floating door, you and me under a lined paper moon.
Evergreen thoughts line our ear lobes as we remember the stars.
You close your eyes and imagine a place far from here.
Where elevators take you to palm leaves and back;
and everyone wears glitter and gold.
With speckled floors and windows that reflect the clouds.
You imagine me with you,
ready to take on the world
with fingers interlaced
and diamonds in our eyes.

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