Reach

Your head falls off of my chest in this way the sun bows to the moon. Cheesy, I know. But sometimes, this time, when someone, when you, fall asleep on my torso I can feel the flowers slowly start to bloom from the depths of my rib cage. I Am able to realize why everything feels so good on paper. You drift like honey falling and sliding between my teeth. I’d pulse and feel you move like spines do or like oceans shake. It’s not every once in a while, it’s not every now and then, it’s every single time. I’ve been watching the way your hands move since April. I’ve been familiar with your favorite jacket. I recognize the way you look down at your shoes when you’re unsure of social situations. I adore how personal you are with people; with their dogs. I love when you make eye contact you mean it, and it’s hard. You grip me like morning. It’s starts, and it’s there, and you can’t help it. You embrace me like color. It’s around you. It makes up your