

I awakened him with a soft exhale
One that was on purpose
Long
The timing of which had nothing to do with anything
Except fate and skin and the sixth-sense that is subconsciousness
And though this was his Sunday
That blessed day of rest
Seemed unnecessary, he said
As we sank back
Into Saturday night
Feverish
With my eyes closed
I beheld you
Held you in my arms
And named
Each heartbeat
You didn't know
The length of my pain
Today, sleep well, I say
For tomorrow, no sleep
'til Sunrise
best Friend
who’d understand
you’d understand
this heartfelt need
this destructive deep
swim now or drown
you’d tell with love’s frown
my sister
you’d say
wake from sleep
What do we know about wishes
Birthed from some book somewhere
Nurtured by the voice in our head
Guided by the truth from the days
Awakened with a call in the night
Relegated as dust on a shelf
You Awoke from deep
To tell me you’re Not afraid
It is my turn now
I laced my fingers
in between yours. It felt right.
And then I woke up.
Midnight hadn’t struck
Oh praise!
What awakened me
First words on loving lips
The heart it seemed
Wished to wake up
And tell it out loud
The one thing it knows