I’m goddamned starving
Uncomfortable, laid awake
Every bone in ache
And my mind itches
Nails scraping against my skin
Feeling in the dark
I see everything
Despite worsening vision
My fingers see you
Laid there next to me
Your perfect flawed face asleep
Framed in soft split hairs
Tickling my warm palms
If I pulled you close
Every gap between our souls
Would close perfectly
The same way they did
Every lifetime beforehand
Formed and reformed















