I have a dream where you
lay still, with me,
watching the devotion of the moon to the
side of my face through the curtain
and we've just exchanged breaths and I've
said some questionable things while high
but you take your fingers to my temple and traced it
down to my jaw, along my neck. Going along the
white glow from outside my window,
and these moments don't even
crease the blankets of time passing on