while you sleep -

you, lying next
to me
sleeping
like the morning
will never come

like the sun
will never infiltrate
your
fire worm sea
eyes, glowing

bioluminescent lights
bringing color
to my
otherwise colorless
world:

the way your
chest carries like
the tide across
sandcastles,
proving

the second law
of thermodynamics -
that we were
meant towards
entropy,

everything with
a beginning
must also
have an
ending,

but you -
you are the
beginning
i'd like to see
an ending

with,
the bamboo
raft in the
Mississippi
i'd like to

travel endlessly,
the maze of
golden
sunflowers
i'd enjoy

finding out.
strange how
things like this
come from
the smallest

of motions,
like the movement
of breath
from toe
to head,

like the sound
of a smile
running free
in your
sleep

this new one

sunlight masquerading
around your sweet cheek bones
like candies stowed away
in the corner of small pockets,
making you look like a saint
and a sinner all in one go around -

wild hair, the smell of the city
meets the country meets the
dirt roads in between -
two eyes meeting halfway
between distances,
two cheeks barely touching
emitting pulsations that were
never thought possible;

the absence of breath
in your presence
has become perfectly natural
much like the absence of water
as one nears the sun
is completely inevitable

pull me closer by the loose fabric of my shirt
breathe me in, feel my body warming yours
even from a distance
feel two palm lines running parallel
indicative of a beautiful future

things i don't understand:

how i can feel full
and yet never actually eat;

how i can feel rejuvenated
and yet never really sleep;

how i can feel winded
and yet never even move -

contradictions of
divine proportions
keeping me awake at night
and nourishing me at every turn.