morning breaths

vii.

"all i want is for you to be happy,"

you say

running your fingers through my hair

as my head rests

on your thighs

all i can do is smile

and know that i am luckier

than any rabbit's foot

we miss the sunset

but not the opportunity

to fall into each other's arms

while the gods aren't looking-

we collide and collapse

with our breathing

our movements are

violent

desperate

disjointed

yet perfectly in sync as our skins crash

and i hit your stomach

your chest

your neck

and your breast

fuck,

i am so in love

i.

sundays were always my suicide days

but i am in your arms

and content-

why die

when i am in heaven already?

you slide onto my waist

straddling warmth

passion

and my thighs

your lips graze my neck

butterfly wings beat across my collarbone-

i'm fucking flying-

gravity is just another entity we don't believe in

ii.

i come into your room

in the morning

and crawl into your arms

we move slowly

but we soon speed up as you carelessly climb on top of my chest and rest your head in the crook of my neck

keeping it warm with your

morning breath

there are so many things wrong with us,

the world,

and the weather

but everything feels so right

my god,

you look so beautiful

in the morning light