I fold into you
nights while you breathe
and I
sleepless
cross the expanse of sheets
drawn to your toast warmth
your spine exposed to me
I fold into you
days your window voice
like peachy fizz
on my tongue
and I cling to your orbit using your eyes
as a mnemonic of love
I fold into you
in memories of journeys past
our lives so together knit
like two candles melted wax overflowing
I slink with a smudge into this
messy family album
I fold into you
to fend the future bog
of age and weariness
broadside after broadside
until oblivion takes us
I fold into you
unconsciously
like a sleep walker
who has learned where the story ends
and life begins
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