when your knees fit into their puzzle piece places,
tucked away
into the bends of my legs,
and your fingers rake across the rows of my ribcage,
suddenly stopping
the heart beating beneath,
when your fruit flavored breath,
mixed with faint cigarette,
hovers delicately
between our lips,
and your voice
and your sigh
and your hips
and your eyes
dance circles in my sleep-deprived mind,
I become the witness
to the marks of perfection
being etched throughout the night.
and in our tossing
and turning
and fervent destroying
of any torturous distance
we find,
our souls are colliding,
our hearts intertwining,
and I'm cursing the time
that forces goodbye.