It must have been sometime around four
I'm usually wide awake to see the morning
Sun
As it's orange beams poke holes in the weak
Gray clouds
Last night sleep came to me quietly before
I had a chance to fight her

It must have been some time around 4
I started to dream about you
You had soft white skin
Naked shoulders glowing beneath your front porch lights
You had an infectious smile
Straight little teeth
Bright red lips
You silently led me into your house
The lights on in every room
Ceiling fans spinning in hypnotic twists
Cooled my skin
You made breakfast in a frying pan
But neither of us ate
You showed me a sword that your ex gave you
A japenese officer sword
Dull and gray under artificial light
Pointing out the symbols etched into the hilt
You fell asleep on your couch
Your beautiful hair
Framing your face
I felt wired
Sitting there
Cross legged on the floor next to your couch
When you must have awoken for a moment
From your own dreams
And asked if I would hold your hand
I said I would
As our fingers wrapped together
Like two spiders
Squeezing softly in the silence
The darkness outside was perfect
Your breathing next to me was perfect
The sound of lungs absorbing
In perfect rythm
The kiss of each blood cell
Oxygen red
I lay on the wooden floor next to the couch
Holding your hand
Matching the speed of your inhales and exhales
Until I fell back to sleep
In the perfect dream