why is the moon the only face I have to kiss me goodnight?
I want you and you and you and I laugh when
I realise that the only living thing I've slept beside is my cat. I
want to see you, all of you [and you], all of your
gruesome angles or unfortunate shades of light, all of your hasty glances
when you look across the pillow, an
insignificant smile gathering at the left of your lips
when you look across the pillow to see,

[my hands trembling from a lack of
holding foreign skin
and you]

when you look across the pillow to see me.