I sway,  o p e n  to
the music, as I am in such a
v u l n e r a b l e  state, as if my walls
have come down, and my soft shell
has been e x p o s e d , and the music is a dagger that
moves straight through to my heart and
s o u l .

I sat at the corner of my bed awaiting your reply.

The phone buzzed and as I looked down at it, a second wave of love washed over me.

I never understood why a dorky text message from you could trigger such a thing, but it did and what a sensation it was.

It wasn’t even a phone call or a voice mail, I hadn’t even heard the sound of your voice in my ears, but I’ve fallen in love with you
once more.

This world is so incredible, but it pales in comparison to you, my love.

I am head-over-heels, madly in love with you, and I long to be so sinfully close to you that even air could not come between us.

That being said, I’ve come to believe that the most beautiful thing in the world is not love, nor is it the act of making love, but rather, the act of falling asleep beside you, that I’d leave myself open to you all night long, dreaming in my most vulnerable state.

That is the most exquisite beauty of all.

I love when you are
sleeping, for you are
so very lovely
yet, so unaware.

I love how you are
peacefully at rest
in such an open,
vulnerable state.

I love the way you
smile- that hidden smile
I’ve only caught a
few brief glimpses of
during the day-time.

I love what you have
become when you are
dreaming, my dear, the
way you appear more
dazzling, dreaming
beneath silver rays.

I love you for the
creature you’ve become
and for the creature
you’ve made me in this
satin paradise.

Found poem in The 1975's album title, "I Like It When You Sleep, for You Are So Beautiful yet So Unaware of It."

I ask your advice time and time and time again because one day, I intend to tell you how I feel for you.
My dear, you are so wonderfully oblivious, that when I tell you my secret it will be that much more unexpected.
You offer wise counsel as if you know you haven’t got a shot in hell with me.
All along, it was you, my love.
It was always you.

Waller around in this pile of dust you’ve
been licking up.
Drilling deeper down into the dirt with a
forked, reptilian tongue.
Twisting coils of leathery skin ‘neath scales
of golden sun.
Swallow your tail, only to realize it’s how you’ll be undone.

Another sits near, watching you writhe,
the dirt dragging you down, out of sight.
She admires your determination, but you’d
call it fear, with your final breath to the light.

Pour yourself into the hole that opened
beneath you, a grave you carved out with your
scales, like shovels, your armor
broken now, you plummet down
spine emerging like soft palms reaching out
to catch you as you flail.

I will never forget the time you looked at me with sunset eyes, and
let the waves just crash around you.
They washed over your cheeks and swept you away with the tide.
I couldn’t help but watch as you were pulled under, like the sun below the horizon.