Oh, bitter sleep, rest not across my drunken smile when dreams are sweet they fill my mind but her eyes are grater still. And with only her eyes she outweighs my dreams jet her entirety outweighs the world and leaves it null and void in comparison.
Dreaded sun rise not till mourning, let not past pull her away from me, let me stay with midnight. let me look into her eyes for just a couple minutes more too few words have been said and too many to ignore, that there’s more than breath beneath her ribcage, listening to her chest as we lay on my bathroom floor, breathing.
And I let my palm carefully follow her contours like I am carving her out of the bathroom tiles with my fingertips. letting my curved palm follow her side from her hips to her chest like its sailing cross an open ocean, cutting between the waves reaching for her neck, oh sleep do not part me from the seas, oh from her warmth.
