The Here and There

In between the kisses, there were pockets of space, where I was floating. Huge white boulders with holes slowly floated past. Then sometimes I was underwater;transparent seaweed slowly swayed, my hand gently pressing through murky aquamarine. There was the giant golden pyramid that slowly exploded into green, orange and yellow cubes---slowly twisting away into the darkness. This was the in-between state. The in-between the kisses, the minor notes on the piano, the moments too huge to be caught, but small enough to hold in the palm of your hand. The place you just know is both here and there.