What is it like to be with you when the whole world is asleep?
I’d love to know the taste of your lips at midnight
sweeter than sunrise, softer than sunshine against my windowpane at dusk.
what is it like to kiss your face when the rest of the world closes its eyes?
I’d venture to say it feels like the broadest luck
quite impossible, quite unimagineable, but innumerably
your breath on my tongue
your eyelashes in my dreams but they flutter gently on my face
so real, too true, but quite still so unimagineably similar
to when stars collide.