that sheltered brown box even sounded thankful
the rain that fell had to be noiseless
and my pen moved, not knowing exactly how to take it
everyone pretends to have a goal
maybe this brave quiet moment is my answer
it's enough to just keep telling myself secrets
letting life exist on the page, a perfect daily prayer
this empty moment is full of everything
restless night
(a sestina!)
on your floor, a careful bed
I woke the first time that night
to find that we were no longer back to back
so I readjusted just to meet your body
I had woken sleeping on my chest
reaching for your outline out of a dream
you're also present once I'm back to dream
not timid, ruling a new bed
a stranger's touch, odd hands on my chest
your face does not match the spine of your back
in this moment your mouth gives no answers only night
while I beg to know who's inhabiting your body
awake again, my real dark eyes finding out your body
gentle breath coming from behind your chest
as if sleeping on a pillow instead of this flat hell bed
so peaceful that we couldnt have shared the same dream
sad, I move to stir you to stop all this bad night
and then you nudge me to sleep by touching back against back
I'm whizzing down the highway flat on my back
no car shell just wind on head, ears, chest
you're sick; we're racing the road to get you to bed
all sound is muffled by the air and speed on my body
and even in panic to save you I know that this is just another dream
but by now there's no way to stop such a restless night
and now its closer really to morning than night
still dark with tears as I shift in this makeshift sick bed
trying to find comfort by grabbing your body
sort of sorting out a half awake dream
cradling all of my pain in the small of my back
harshly rubbing the hurt from my chest
I'm waiting on mars with red light on sore chest
my heart is heavy to see I'm alone in this dream
trapped on a world where heat breaks the night
never a cold moment will touch my sad body
I hunger so much for you that I force myself back
and again I'm laying still, beat in fake bed
eventually the end of night is lit on the floor of the bed
we wake back to back, me holding a very sad chest
and it will only take a moment for your body to completely dissolve dream
