if I could
spend a piece of each day
or maybe one of every few
laying down beside you
holding you close
you squeeze tight for just a moment
running my fingers through each tangle in your hair
and sharing perhaps pedantic words
definitely pedantic
and perhaps that’s okay
in our sporadic patterns of speech
we curl into
as you curl further into my arms
finding myself compelled to plant a kiss upon your head
just the one
at least for now
tracing my way along your cheek
impossibly soft and silken
as the tea steeps beside us
defying sleep
at least once in a while
until our dreams speak idly
having come to find us
in comfortable mutters
a cue to leave, or stay to see
your eyes shine in the sunrise
on the balcony over toast
i would
and I’d likely never fail to find myself smiling
as the streetlights guide me home