i crave so badly to sleep with you. and i mean that in the most innocent way. i want to sleep with you, but not in the sense that our bodies are naked and we make love in the mess of my sheets. i want to sleep with you and and learn the pattern of your heartbeat, the rise and fall in your chest when you breathe, how you move in the late hours of the night when you dream.
i want to sleep with you and roll over to find your body beside mine, if at 3 AM i wake from the habit of missing you. i want to sleep with you and i mean that *in the most innocent way.

is it alright?
would you be okay?
if i finally told you
what i think i need to say

is it okay?
would it be alright?
if staying meant missing my departing flight

would you mind?
if i boldly confessed
the words that have been buried
in this cavernous chest

if its not spoken, let it be read
i wish you didn’t exist
beautifully, but only in my head

does it hurt to hear it?
it hurts to say
‘i love you, darling’
escaped in a midnight whisper and tragically flew away