they say you love someone
when it's past midnight
maybe 2 a.m.
and all you can think about is how
the universe sits comfortably between their lips
the heavens reign each time they blink
every river, stream, and waterfall flows in their hair
and all the chimes, bells, symphonies sing in their laughter
but it's beyond the quiet hours
through early morning
a lazy Monday afternoon
and I'm still thinking of you.
