My mind–aches wandering to and fro. What tears may come they don\’t come.
Spinning spinning. Wrapped all night with you. Waking, tossing your head forth. Rubbing your nose close to mine. Your lips next to mine.
When I woke up, I asked if you slept well, knowing I did not. Because you were moving. You responded that you would rather spend more time awake with me than not.