memories:

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