One plus three hundred sixty-four
I've come to know the
one I love, more so behind
closed eyes.
A tie so close, part must
float among the awake--
a transfer of elements has
shaken both slumber and
silence.
I fear so strongly, some
seconds before I
nod off... I fear that
this time, a clock signs
my name and infidelity
crosses my t's.
I want love without all
of the funny stuff,
for love shouldn't collect
in the corner of my eyes,
I should wildly and widely
cup it with my hands.
