You woke me up when light touched
Our sleeping forms in shadow
Morning never held as much surprise for you
As waking up at midnight did
Cold smoke windows buffering
What little I could see of your face
Then you smiled
Lit up the room like a bonfire
Warm and safe running fingers through
What I feel is heaven, your beard
Groaning softly, no please don't roll over
Here is where we fit just right
Tracing sacred lines of our cosmic geometry
Making trapezoidal hearts along your fault lines
I'm no math major but I know a square root
When I see one
Always 1+1
Why can't we be it all?
Adding together for eternity
Until our edges fit cohesively
Instead of waiting for the light to melt them
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
You woke me up when light touched
Our sleeping forms in shadow
Morning never held as much surprise for you
As waking up at midnight did
Cold smoke windows buffering
What little I could see of your face
Then you smiled
Lit up the room like a bonfire
Warm and safe running fingers through
What I feel is heaven, your beard
Groaning softly, no please don't roll over
Here is where we fit just right
Tracing sacred lines of our cosmic geometry
Making trapezoidal hearts along your fault lines
I'm no math major but I know a square root
When I see one
Always 1+1
Why can't we be it all?
Adding together for eternity
Until our edges fit cohesively
Instead of waiting for the light to melt them
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