your skin draws upon me in the dark
when i lay down i am nowhere else
i am parallel with the earth
there are many layers of concrete btw me
and the sun
the mattress hugs tightly on
your curves pulled into itself & expanding
the depression is covered over by long strands
of fabric intertwined without space
none of this
visible in the dark as i make my way by light
of your phone prone & left face down to sleep
your body is visible in the darkness
darker &
stiller than the night
i have come merely to
stare at imagined ceilings before i sleep
the white paint gray and morbid
your soft
breathes your wandering thoughts building
dreams
the earth rushing as always toward
the sun
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