Daybreak Ad Infinitum
Waking up with you is the best part of my day
It’s dark, and we are warm. There is something in my ear; I can’t tell if you nibbled it, or lightly teased a small part of my personality. These two things taste the same to my heart.
I’m chewing a scab on the edge of my nail bed. You pull my hand from my face and start aimlessly drawing circles up and down my arm. As aimless as the thoughts pouring out of your head. I don’t try to follow, I just eat them up as they come out.
That hand slowly moves to the small of my back; a deep breath in, as each and every goose bump rises. You’re so good at that—making me hot and cold all at once, in all of the same places. In this place, time is a lie and we float.
I love the mole tucked under the square of your jaw. It reminds me to kiss that bone, that beautiful vessel for your beautiful words. I’m so close and your shampoo dances in my nostrils like yesterday’s incense.
You are the best piece of earth, you are the swell in my chest when a song crescendos, you are the uncontrollable love we have for an ugly dog.
In this place, time is a lie and we float.
Let’s count all of your ribs and kill the future. Let’s run a bath and read the auguries in the steam that…
