take the time

to let your

body disintegrate

into mine.

i am lucky to have

a nightmare when sleeping

in your bed

because i can roll over

and cuddle, then

the thoughts just ebb

and i am left wholly alone.

if i should leave

and heave my bones through

gates of metal

and beeping,

could you still stay mine

in your soul? i think not.

but we would live forever

in the memory of our hands

over each other, and lips

made of kissing each other

and the memory of something

beautiful and whole