your arms are home to me,
embrace—a shelter of the limbs
warm on the floor,
we smile
your eyes merge with mine
collaborating dreams
high up on pedestals of
perfect adoration

our hair all over the
floor, a gentle grin of
acknowledgement
they watch us from afar;
I barely hear
brushed away like ocean pebbles,
every breath is
mine, alone

(but I’ll gladly share with you.)