your head is moulded in the curve between my rib cage and my hip
it is four in the morning
and i am not asleep
and i am not awake
i am smiling
i can here the tink tink of rain outside
and the wind howls with the storm that is brewing
and you are in the deepest sleep
experiencing your own consciousness
yet you still search
to fill the empty spaces between my fingers
you pull me into you
for skin on skin
for holding of my entirety
for our limbs to be tangled
i do not know where my legs start
or where yours end
and we do not say goodnight
instead we read bukowski together
until our eyes can no longer focus on his poems
and we speak about the theory of the five love languages
how each human shows affection differently
and if they do not show it how we do
we worry that the love is not there
the universe
coexisting energies
and the things between that we do not completely understand
before we close our eyes and rest into one another you spoke
"as long as our bodies are as close together as they can be throughout the night"
i will take that over any goodnight a man has uttered to me
i breathe you in
in alternate universes
and never feel you escape from my lungs
in any of those universes
the human heart beats 115,200 times a day
and i am no good with poems
or keeping plants alive
or keeping my lips off of you
or anything involving the left side of my brain
or numbers
but in terms of certainties
i am certain that you live in at least 183,970 of them
you found my words hidden in the back corners of my tongue
the blonde baby hairs on my stomach
between my thighs
behind my neck
upon my eye lids
and the tender placement
of your palm pressed against my cheek
when you discovered them hidden
inside of my mouth
and i discovered yours
hidden inside of your amber eyes
you cannot tell me
magic does not exist
when i have it
laying in the space between my rib cage
and my hip.
