realizations against pillowcases
falling asleep next to your heart sounds for six months now
heavy, full, lightness, touch
you follow my movements away from the light, loyally
your breathing becomes my nighttime soundtrack, your fingers my nighttime touching, your kisses my nighttime longing
the time of nightthoughts is the space where people begin to believe in love
i believe in your breath, your heart sounds, your sleeping fingertips, whispering mouth, warm body, and finding your shoulder as i empty my day into you.