Sometimes, right before I drift
into a melancholy sleep
After my tea and nostalgia
Before I succumb
to the depths of my dreams
I imagine you gazing into my soul
Zipping open my skin
Cracking a door in my ribs
Just to caress my ****** heart
Sometimes I wish
you would fall asleep on my chest
Match my heartbeat
to your circadian rhythm
And I’d create a playlist to our tempo
Sometimes I think about your warmth
And imagine setting my thermostat
To feel constantly at ease
Or I think of your lips
as rose petals
And make a note
To go to the market for a bouquet
Sometimes I let a tear
Slip down my cheek
And see you
Swimming in my ocean
Bathing in my sorrow
Making me clean
Sometimes I think of you
When the darkness
Engulfs my room
And imagine it’s your
Morning coffee, black
Gliding down my throat
Sometimes, as the colors
Enter my eyelids
And the film reel starts to play
I picture you at the projector
Guiding me into slumber
Molding my mind to be yours