I glimpse
Your words
Breath shortens
I catch
Myself holding in this air
Physical automatic reactionary attempt to stop time
It has slowed so already
With land and water and rock persisting between us
We reluctantly face the consequences of our clockwork spell
This impossible night, an inch worm on a sequoia
Sleep will not steal one second from me
Awake and alone save the sing song melody of Portuguese beyond big white shutters
You, alone amidst our scent and sweat and all the beautiful things two bodies inspire in one another
I am consoled convinced that one fine hair of mine must be in your bed
With you tonight