My friend pressed his feet against me as slept today.
I liked the gentle pressure.
I watched him sleep and was glad to see him breathing.

When we parted in the stairwell he kissed my cheek.
I liked the gentle pressure.
It was warm and soft and full of him.
He lingered lightly and he knew I needed to feel him breathing.

He's only one who makes me laugh as hard as I used to.
So hard my stomach aches and I can’t breathe.
Sometimes I need to not feel like I’m breathing,
To be reminded that I am