I pull the blanket close, but no,  

It’s never thick enough.  



Instead, her softness lingers,  

a tide that pulls me under.  

I love this blue, this ache,  

this slow and weightless drowning.  



I want to touch the ocean,  

to weave my hands through waves of hair,  

to hold her like the night holds moonlight—  



but you’re a desert’s mirage,  

a shimmer just beyond my fingers.  



I WISH I COULD CALL YOU  

THE WAY THE WAY I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU.  

JUST I WISH!