i’d rather watch him sleep
than want to sleep
i’d rather write this
and capture him
in nightly dreaming
he yawns
and it hits me with comfort
his purple sheets
wrap my legs in heat
as they connect us
tonight
a cool blue
filters through a dirty window
lights the shadows
in his hair
nothing else exists
nowhere else ought to
be real
i quit and sink into my pillow
my brown hair sinks
into the shadows
of he
and he knows i am there
and in his sleep
moves closer
and puts his hand on my side
he breaths and sometimes
forgets to
his forehead leans
on the back of my neck
i am going to sleep,
and think of this
and think of nowhere else
and tomorrow may be there
but if it is not
then I am okay
here