i love you for your contradictions—
the tuned dissonance that hums
past midnight lips,
brushing my ear when you sleepily
draw me in closer.
i lie in the curve of your heartbeat,
thinking about concrete abstracts,
but mostly about how you warmed
my foot with your hand,
how you seem to smile the most
by the way we walk in time,
and how i always miss you
when i have you.
(i like how we always have to
relearn how to click together,
and how it takes about
thirty seconds, the awkward space between
fingers interlocking.)
you leave me with tear-slicked elbows,
and i hurry our goodbyes.