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.