even as I fall to a feeling
of grace brought on by the quiet slant
of mid-morning sun shadows on the ceiling
and your arms surrounding me-
as I escape to the flux of your breath
against the nape of my neck
still I am solitary in this most entwined moment

I will treasure and carefully choose to mind
the small impressions of these hours
during which I lay by your side so that
after this day is over
(I can smell it ending already) I will have
enough grains of this time stored to piece together
a memory of how it was to stretch my soul beside yours
and drink the sensation of your presence
because I know in that heart-voice that
whispers intuition to my ear that you
do not need this the way I do
do not want this the way I do