There is not a better feeling
than the quiet sound
of your sleeping mouth.
I like to press my feet
against your side
so I can feel the channel of your breath
as you pass from the quiet halls
of dream to dream.
I cannot imagine a place
where my silent nights
don’t include
the tiny space between a wall
that catches the hitch of my tears
before they reach your ears.
That one moment
right before your mouth curls into a smile
when you see me
is the single best
and worst
place I have ever been
and I cannot wait to go there again.
I would, for the chance to feel your hand on my skin,
unhinge the stars from the sky
and lie face down in a sea of unlived years,
or wrap myself in every tremble of your pain
to absorb it before it would touch you.
If I could choose anything to be,
I’d want to be the color of your eyes,
so that I would always feel
as uniquely beautiful
and wholly spectacular
as you are
to me.

Ever Virgin.