Recently, I've started to wash
my sheets less often
   and maybe its because the nights
   have gotten cooler
   and less sweaty
but also,
I think I'm getting attached
to the way my bed smells like you

I have the blues again and you asked
if you could **** them out
through my mouth
but I like you too much to let you taste them

and I'm ******* tired of being tired all the time
but I've never been
more motivated to keep breathing
   than with you sleeping beside me,
   just close enough that your fingers
   brush my stomach
     when it expands with air
        and your breath
in mine, weaving simple harmonies

and I don't need you,
because I would never let myself
depend on a garden I can't water alone
but the flowers you planted
in my eyelids
are so ******* beautiful
and I'd really like to see the world the way you do.

I can't quite describe the scent
but
it makes this little
  concrete room
feel almost like a place
  I could call home