“sleeper and the moon”

i hold my head into the pillow, hard,

so i can hear my heartbeat, knowing

this is what love is. i lay so long against you

i forget the words to write. you don’t mind

there’s no position i can find that’s good

enough to sleep in. i shift my head

and still your arm folds on my back,

your hand so close i nearly touch it. if only

i were more a side than stomach sleeper,

i would reach it. i wonder all the while

what you’re asking me to be. we lay as friends

and every night you turn my body to the tide

and you, the moon, just pull. i don’t ask why.

‍