She and I

When I was very young, I made her.

Or should I say, I met her?

She was woven from the threads

of my imagination,

stars pinned in wild, dark hair,

gold dust on her feet.

She towered over me,

draped in silk and velvet,

and as our eyes met, I knew:

we belonged to each other.

I wandered into the forests of her eyes

and found comfort

in the heavy darkness.

Hidden, covered, absorbed,

a layering of frequency,

a birth of soul.

Myself was herself was our self.

I awoke, my body small but changed.

And inside my darkness,

she laughed.

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