shayesie

Ensconced

It’s in the press of your skin
against the sounds of my sighs
while we sleep through the
evenings and the nights.

Your arm is nestled on my ribs.

I feel it in each crevice of the skin
I’ve picked away from the surface
of my lips, but I feel it
with every single kiss.

I feel your laugh in all my limbs.

There’s repetition in the way
our hands find each other under covers,
and they will. I wake and wonder
if you’re sleepless in the dim.

My fingers find your shoulder

On a whim
and place a sensation
unfamiliar with
but one I want to live:
remember
however, how dull, how whole
our darks,

we have always all of this.
We have always all of this.

Stay gold,
Sabrina