Its 4 am and I’m sober as ****

and I still want you in my arms
I want your head tucked under my chin
I want to stare at God knows what because the single thing I care about in the boundless universe is wrapped up in my arms
I want the rhythms of our breaths to
slowly
slowly
align with each other

I want to hear you sing to yourself (you have the voice of a slightly off key angel)
I want your hair to get into my face
because I’ll love the way it tickles my nose and the way it smells like laundry detergent and you

I want silence

because we both know it
in our minds
in our hearts
in every fiber of our being

I want to hold hands
firmly
as if reassuring that we will never let go
(I will never let go)
as tight as your dad would hold his drink
(neither will he)
I want your fingers to intertwine with my own and we’ll count each other’s knuckles
to see which months have 31 days

we’ll make shadow puppets
of rocks
we’ll find patterns in the clouds
constellations in the dusk sky
faces in the stucco ceiling

I want to kiss you on your forehead
on the eyes
on your neck
trace your jawline with my lips
kiss each cheek (twice to make sure)
and follow the road that leads me to your lips
I want to kiss your whole ******* face

I want to kiss you at midnight
every day of the year

it’s 4:07 am
and the closest I am to drunk
is two and a half too many cups of coffee
but I still want you


that’s got to mean something