BE THREE
Fingers finding cheeks and noses
Long eyelashes in the dark
The green glow envelops us
Caressing our retinas
Toes searching ankles intertwined
Legs wrapped around legs
Wrapped around, wrapped around
This would be a fine time for hibernation
I could live under these sheets for months and years
It’s not the sunlight that breaks this
It’s not the cold air that wakes us
It’s just those things, the unpredictable things
That we embrace
Sometimes I watch the time
Standing still standing still
Sometimes I watch the time
I can almost touch it
The floor is covered with our mess
The remnants of our existence
The parts of us that are mixed up
Not separate
One pile disorganized
So lovingly
Our life could never be
Compartmentalized
Our experiences will continue unplanned
Those hallmark expectations don’t apply
It’s not the comfort of irregularity
It’s not the intense responsibility
It’s just those things, the unpredictable things
That we embrace
Sometimes I watch the time
Dripping down the walls
Sometimes I watch the time
It falls away
Swimming in green yellow brown
Your eyes consume me
I drown.
