These Dreams

love laying with you when our faces are so close.
Our teeth are almost touching- a careful clink, like my mother's thrift store blue glasses.
Our noses gently bumping, yours a little bigger than mine, they fit together.
And we are laughing,
the drunk feeling of being so close, breathing the same air.
My eyes go in and out of focus,
your features blur,
but I still know its you.

love love love you.
love laying with you in bed while you sleep.
watching your eyes move back and forth under your lids, i wonder what you are seeing.
you twitch your foot.
i touch your check, trying to tell you that it's okay, that i am here- laying with you.
i don't know if you felt it, or what it possibly could feel like-
a distant memory?
or something real, but slightly distorted?
a whispered sound, rhythmically born from your mouth.
your breath only or perhaps a conversation, happening in another time;
far from me.
and you are far,
in a fugue-like state.
but i can feel my naked thigh touching yours.
your leg hair.
i love the feeling of your leg hair when you sleep.

Love laying with you when you wake up.
Your dreams are ending, or maybe they are right in the middle.
I slow my movements
an attempt to make no sound.
But you hear my heart, my breath, the twitch of my fingers.

You say "I like waking up, I see you and I feel safe,"
in your new dewy voice.
And I can't stop smiling.