now, loving with pressed lips-
a dream still lies awake in me / with me,
despite the waves between us.
like a broken record player, a prayer
with every sigh / every word / every breath,
where you don’t even speak in silences
anymore and i’m still drafting poems in mine.
you, so engraved in mouth, i’m reciting the quiet, love.
i’m reciting every flame of hope like a moth, in a frenzy;
ready to be consumed by all that you have-
i’m making wishes with your smallest gestures
of affection; say you mean them with an
unfathomable depth, like that of your heart.
tell me, that the graze of our fingers
is a dream for you too, love / for me -
in this waiting / longing under my skin.
in this open heart surgery / hospital bed /
flashing lights dreaming, in my damaged chest.
in these dirty clavicle desires of tenderness
where my bones rattle and ache without you.
in this spinning feeling / this drowning in you-
so helplessly with tired arms and emptiness, tell me.
i’m holding open maps to my chest,
placing my empty hands, hoping it hurts less-
love me / tell me- am i the only one dreaming?