how do i get to where you are?

[sll]

on a thin threadwith the beads falling toward the centerI twist the necklace around, spiralingwith your face a blur in the backgroundand your eyes mirrored,blinking without careyet it all seems intentionallike Haruki said, for the time beingI listen to the air whirand colors zoom in and out from the corners of my eyesblocks of fuzz stain my viewas gentle melodies crawl in tiny pockets with the windand life becomes slow motion,sunken in,enveloped between your lips.