I was thinking
about
what it'd be like if you were here with me
right now. What would we do? What would we say?
I thought about how you might smell, the way
your skin would feel against mine, how many shades of
brown I could find within your eyes. I thought
about how you face might look drenched in the moon
light that creeps through the blinds when it's
dark and the shape of your shadow as you get up to go
to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
I thought about how I might be sleeping if your were
here; I might be, and I might not because because
I'd be too busy wrapped in you.