4:00am
awake, i turn to you
selfish in seeking your touch
because, of course, you sleep.

4:01am
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.

4:02am
you kiss my forehead gently
i fucking love that
if a tree smiles in the woods and there’s no one around to—

4:03am
if i’m in the woods and i smile and there’s no one—

4:04am
if i go into the woods with the express purpose to smile,
will there still be no one—

4:05am
you turn over asleep
i turn back too awake.