Staring as you sleep, at home in your embrace, as I watch your eyelashes, still and resting. Most mornings, I am overwhelmed, opportunistic, as I burrow under the covers, clinging to your chest, annoyance that you earned, by appearing in my life, and making me fall in love with you. I hold onto you, and…

I can’t touch you, because I’m so fragile, and just a second in your arms would destroy me, but there is nothing else that will fix me.

Two ciders down, and I am free from hell, singing American Pie, as I drink in your eyes, stolen from Satan, forgetting the things that haunt me, my body, amazed atoms, that explode and reform, in the seat next to you, as you drive, and it’s like my life has begun again. Windswept wishes, as…