four walls, and the ceiling above me.

the ins of the walls are pattering about,
the air conditioner unit rattles in my right ear,
while your pristine chest rises and falls perfectly to my left.

“leaky pipes” you said.
sounded like mice getting lost.

moonlight bites through the windows-
light gossips onto soft parts of you:
your eyelids, the crescent shape of your cheeks,
lips pressed, neatly together.
i hear your smoothed breath
and i’m thinking about what you said about how i make you feel a way you never have before-
and i told you the same.
how lucky does some ******* need to be to find: that certain person-
who fits in and around and throughout each corner of your body?
your mind?
your romantic, ******, more sensual feelings-
feelings that burn with and without you.
heat bores into my chest, laying awake, next to you-
    i am whole
    i am whole
    i am whole
i say to myself, silently.
i wouldn’t mind this feeling-
lingering on every day, and every night
    repeat repeat repeat.
coffee for breakfast.
a warm nap for lunch.
laughs for dinner.
*** for dessert.
    and dessert again, and again, and again.
until i am met with witching hour’s quiet breath:
   repeat.