Before bed I poured my joy into a jar on the stand,
and when it was full
flecks of light glided around our bodies.
Her ears sang a lo-fi lullaby
as her eyelids caught each fleeting note.
When you look away from me
what are you trying to hide?
Our wild skin cooled on cotton
as our minds dipped
into fragments of what pains us.
Get close to me.
During the moment I was sad because
I imagined myself as an old man
forgetting most of it.
We didn’t invent a new thing,
just a simple thing so simple it was beautiful.
And when you finally spoke
only the sensation of touch was left of me.