The truth is
I stopped believing in you months ago
but the heartbeats that you lay
on your mattress are the most beautiful
sounds that I have ever heard -
so I wait for you to reach
for me through the dark,
I wait for the press between
your ******* and sigh into my own -
I dream that we will stop
doing what we’re told
and live in a land where
sadness is only a visitor
and I can love you until our tongues
are tired and our stomachs are fed.