a brief coming together of bodies2 November 2020
awake, i turn to you
selfish in seeking your touch
because, of course, you sleep.
arms around each other like scared teenage girls (girls?)
doing that “i don’t want to treat you the way a boy would treat you
but also i feel that i must touch you” thing.
you kiss my forehead gently
i fucking love that
if a tree smiles in the woods and there’s no one around to—
if i’m in the woods and i smile and there’s no one—
if i go into the woods with the express purpose to smile,
will there still be no one—
you turn over asleep
i turn back too awake.