you’re having trouble deciding
to kiss me or to observe me
you forget the topic of conversation
every time you close your eyes
the images you see can’t be explained
so we settle for small talk

then you’ll describe to me your favorite color
that polar bear on the glacier
diving in, becoming one with the ocean
and mine,
that pink dress that twirled when you spun

we can’t control time
but i wish it could just slow down
because the nights spent with you
minutes seem to always come
a few seconds shy of sixty
and the little hand turns quite quickly
i need hours weeks and decades
to analyze the freckles on your face
or the pace at which you move your tongue
and exactly how it taste
maybe next time i’ll try to stay awake
unless you want to listen to the way i breathe
when i dream

i close my eyes, i wish to see what you see
but for now just bury the numb parts of you into the warm parts of me