Will you sit in in the dim, sleeplessness with me, with our circadian rhythms in sync?
As the warm-toned lamp paints behind printed stories— coated blonde on cream.
Tired yet upright, side by side, until we start to dream. Then hand in hand, wrapped from behind, bound in comfort and security.

Together, could we gaze upon every set that the sun will stream?
Where we dissolve into merely breaths and heartbeats.
From the gravel or grass or dirt beneath our feet, to the tallest skyscraper roof in any city.

Will you rise to each dawn's break and wake endlessly next to me?
So in sync, wirelessly, effortlessly, naturally.
Letting the light decorate the room and whisper to our eyelids of blessed new days as mornings softly sing.

Together, could we roast hot dogs for dinner and s'mores for treats?
Where the breeze narrates our hush and tranquility.
Brick-lined fires in our own backyard as it crackles stories to our ears as the wind howls with cheer.

Can we prize the same forever and cherish us, each other, one and only?
Through the highs and lows and rights and wrongs and upside downs of life.
We may run the race, hardly together, but I know your spurts come in waves. And you're the reason we could sprint 'til sick, but you know I'm a rabbit your pace.



Monday 16 March 2025