2am:

Awoken by your shifting, my eyes soften into focus the moon reaching into the window through drawn blinds. Snug in the pit of a strong arm, my gaze travels to your neck, where pumping platelets whisper their primordial song in the warm liquid force that allows you to hug me. Here is where I feel closest to you, where my own eyes can capture your body’s involuntary ballad of life. You stir and move to lay on your left side, where more the mosaic of life is granted to my eyes. The rise and fall of your vast shoulder allow me into your chest, where I so desperately find myself wanting to shrink myself and curl up to your heart, each rhythmic pump a reassurance of the security we grant one another, each sleepy breath of yours softening my own back to sleep. Our cadence becomes one, and entering a meditation of our connectedness, I surrender back to 2am, wrapped in you and the moon and the thought of what you’re dreaming of. And then time goes by, and I wake to my own shifting. In place of your vital collage, I turn to the collage of photos on my wall, reminded that you’ve become a part of me, as I hope I have for you as well.