notes on him

He holds me as if he knows that soon I’ll be leaving

as if the love between us is a beautiful and fragile thing

as if there’ll never be enough time in the world to share together

as if the dreams he’s dreaming and wishes he’s making will evaporate

the minute I get out of his bed-

so he kisses me like we don’t have forever

and looks at me with eternity in his eyes.

bom dia

silent mornings

awake before the sun

we wrap our bodies around the other

until it gets hot enough that we begin to

peel off the covers

still we keep ourselves intertwined-

it’s a lazy, slow morning after all

and letting go is what

night is for.