My heart feels heavy in my chest
as I lay next to you
yours, so openly displayed
beating in your outstretched hand
like a silver platter that is way too bright
keeps me from falling asleep
as you know I have a habit
of keeping people in the dark.

Once, your silver fingers stroked my cheek
and I startled as the cold hit my skin
but I didn't move away
because a second later you were all warmth
and slow breathing
and the smell of cigarettes
and comfort
and heart.

Dearest, please
let me close my eyes a little longer
seeing life in tones of red
aclimating our thick skins
as your brightness blinds me so
but for a fact I know
I can warm up to you
as you warmed up to me.