the sky at night
fireworks in my stomach and eyes
as the not-so-little head on top of my arm
drags it down like a dead weight
with a smile on his face, mismatched eyes peacefully
closed, glasses that he doesn't need lying on
the dresser along with our clothes
crumpled but neatly folded, like always
gentlemen, every single day
dark hair swept gracefully to the side
by my own slender fingers
little snores resonating in the still air
I gaze down at him and smile because
he is perfect
beyond perfect
all I ever need
Soothing
I lay here
Listening
The sound of him breathing
He's Alive.
His heartbeat thuds.
I am at a shortness of breath
I just want to stay here
Peace
I feel the peace
The peace of him resting
And in these moments my mind is has peace.
No one else to worry about
It's just us
I want to keep him for myself.
Why am I so selfish?
Because I don't want to experience the simple fear of losing him.
Without him,what am I?
And yet I can't savor the moment.
I worry
"What will happen next if you don't mind me asking."
I need to know!
Yet in this moment
Laying here with him
I finally feel
Peace.
