bedridden

we wake up on a thursday morning

with a list of to do’s

but responsibilities can wait

they don’t matter right now

the frost on the window blurs the outside

nothing else exists right now

we are completely alone

you and me.

i pull your head under the covers

and feel my lips pull to yours

my glasses fog and you pull away

“when i kiss you i forget how to breathe.”

i swear in that moment my grave was dug

i sunk through the bed and layers of earth

to settle in my perennial place

god, i love waking up next to you.