I would make you up.

You stir.
like mist
my body
gently hovers
over the surface
of everything
you are
as I try
not to wake you.
I want
to melt
on top of you
but homework
and mortgages
and other silly
grown up things
call to me
as I pass
over you
and for a moment
the rhythm
of our hearts
stacked on one another
is the only
thing
to me
that
is
real.
I lazily open
my eyes to
steal
forever
your sleeping
face
as the indiglo
shadows cast
across the bed
that you aren't
in and 4am
comes crashing in....




I have to
check my
email.