morning;
your skin tethered to the side of the bed
parallel to mine
i never took it for granted
not once
the way your thigh felt against my thigh
tones darker
tones collide
noon;
i would full myself up with you
and bleed into the hours
until one and one were fused
nothing felt wasted then
solemn and new
night;
i forgive the night
for turning it's back
for losing
in truth