the sun is coming up earlier. my alarm clock beams on my face, and i have no choice but to greet the day. i roll over and see you next to me. you seem blissfully unaware that it's time to get up.
instead of answering a chorus for food, i look closely at you.
all your hair is black, black, and more black. eyelashes, beard stubble, eyebrows, chest hair, and so so much on your head. i look closer, and see your eye twitching underneath your eyelid. where is your mind? Neverland? Wonderland?
can you feel me, blue eyes searching where brown eyes can't question back?
i enjoy this one sided conversation as i miss your hand sliding on my white, white leg.
i'll let you sleep more, unwinding from pale-green soft sheets to put on coffee.
as i crawl over you, i make sure to kiss the curved bone at the top of your cheek.
are you dreaming of me now?