the first night and
the first morning
after we part, they're
the hardest.

i get used to the
lullaby created from
the rise and fall of
your chest
(and i don't even
mind it when you

the feeling of that warmth,
of skin on skin-
so safe;

waking up with your
arms around my waist,
souls and hearts and
minds simply…
(don't you ever let me go).

when i lie in my bed,
i feel like a tiny boat,
lost in the vast expanse
of the tumultuous ocean waves.

…come back; we'll watch a little
tv and cuddle ourselves right to sleep.
and it'll be perfect.