Again I woke earlier than you this morning.
Opening the blinds in the next room
I stood there watching the sun move closer
a lover traveling through glass spun from sand
The floor was still cold under my bare feet from the night I wanted to
lift myself into the air and dive back down
splashing into the ocean of our bed
making waves of spice and salt and substance
But for some reason I hesitated…
If I laid down next to you
I was struck with the thought that I’d witness your dreams fading
as you turned and opened your eyes.
I didn’t want to chance what I’d see.
And I knew
I’m growing too used to your rambling distances as you angle into a place
further and further away
But who am I to say you’re lost except to me
even intimacy closes certain doors
Too often though you prefer to face the wall
While I ? well
Standing here watching you sleep like this
I know now I’m turning towards the sun