night

I've found myself staying up

later and later

lately. 

I feel you next to me

while the rest of the world

is sound asleep,

your hands on my hip,

the curve of you

curved on me.

The hours tick away softly

as your voice and sighs

grow louder in my ears.

Two AM.

We lay on your floor

listening to music.

I lay on my back,

staring at the wilting

neon stars on the ceiling.

Three AM.

We curl into each other

on your couch.

I curl into myself,

pressed into my wall.

Four AM.

Your lips travel

the length of my spine.

A cold wind finds its way

across my back

through my sheets.

Five AM.

I see you above me,

brushing the hair 

from my eyes.

I close my eyes

to keep your ghost 

alive.

Six AM.

We lay together,

panting and alive.

I lay alone,

sweating nostalgia

from every pore.

As the sun leaks 

through the curtains

and the rest of the world

shatters awake,

my eyes declare defeat.

I fall asleep

with you by my side.

via *