anything but speechless

I trace the sign for infinity on your back

every morning we're together.

You're asleep, in the place under the window,

fresh sunlight making your skin look so new. (young)

I wish we could start over- you and me.

I'd play my cards so differently.

I would say more, I would be less afraid, 

I would be in a position where I didn't have to let

my fingertips do the talking.

Silently, branding you. Tangling

the memory the night before in my heartstrings.

Your voice still lingers in my ear, your breath on my skin, 

the weight of your body on my chest, 

your hands when they find mine-

grasping for you.

We've been here many times before

(maybe a hundred).

You sleep soundly 

and I wonder why

we can't exist in the daytime.