My head falls
to the pillow
and I
breath in,
your soap
distinguishable.
Even in the night's dew.
it's all imagined.
you're not here.
we decided that
long ago
(or rather, i did).
We hugged this morning.
Breathing, as innocent as
the first.
The bee hung about our heads.
The only one who saw such an embrace.
Buzzbuzzbuzz.
a stolen moment
where our hands locked,
not intended
(like before),
only meant to bring you forward.
We were going to explore.
