Soft light whispers into the forgotten corners
Overlooking shadows and secrets laying bare in the middle.
The moon cradles the night in her wistful arms
As you cradle mine, in your made to believe strong.
And all that remains,
is this momentum and space
between our condensed breath heavy with the magnitude of now,
Skin denuded of pride and satin we never bought.
Pulse stroked in the labile hands of time
Held like a pearl, dived deep, hard to catch.
The oyster of your world presents the song of your heart.
This bed I wish to sleep on, the sea of your life, (for the rest of mine)-
On a raft, a plank or may you call it my home.
I inhale in selfish lungfuls of all the dispersed wishes- stray and not
And forage to trap all the stars beneath the veined veils of thick eyelids-
Those carrying dreams and not.
Praying to slip into the burrow of you, skeleton and soul through.
Six feet, deep and under and more.
Six feet, beyond and wide and whole.