We lie there
on that awkward ugly couch,
laughing so hard that I would roll off
if you didn't have your arm
wrapped around my waist;

not close enough

We press closer
and I trace the invisible hearts and swirls
that tattoo your arms,
while you search for my heart
between my shirt and skin;

not close enough

We press closer
breathing in tandem,
soft rise and fall
of our two chests,
now one;

not close enough

We press closer
and your breath dances in my hair,
while pieces of your story sneak into my ear
until I am every bit as full
of you as I am me;

not close enough