Would anyone really notice I was gone
If I spend a couple hours,
A couple years,
Sunk into a bed with you?
My big toe tickles the back of your calf
Early in the morning and
Your mouth counts the bumps on my spine.
I curve into you, convex from the world.
A breath of life fills my lungs again,
White roses
Squeeze their roots through my veins.
Your soul lives
In the bursts of laughter
That erupt from your chest.
You can find me there,
Too.