I wake in the arms of my one true love,
Night kisses my cheek once again,
The cold tingle of my toes,
The deep thick secrets of a friend,
As I name constellations up above
cool air hits my hands
and I swim through thoughts of sugar and honey
as a weightless moth lands
I watch a few more specks of dust
float down from over head
sinking in and out of sleep
reciting what you said.
Between the dusk and dawn of days
I leave my windows cracked
so sweet things like hugs and cookies and cider
drift ever so softly back.
