there's a galaxy of molten stars
intertwined with your snores
In chilly winds of this warm weather
I'm rhyming my sighs
each time when a finger tries
to creep into your sleepy open palms
or gently pry
into your frozen calm
you pull your hands away,
or do a little hostile moan
On the same bed, but universes apart
me, uselessly entwined in sheets
staring at your comatose dreamy face
playing a little game
of trying to exhale near your breath
lest my face touch yours
and you push me away
sliding ever so sly
just so our warmth can acquaint
you turn over
now you're a mile away
I lay a hand, gently
on the hardened surface of your aura
and then you open your eyes
hug me, into a gentle embrace
replicating Siberian sunsets
like welcoming a plague
a faint wriggle, and I pretend to move
you're clutching me like you'd, a burning flame
swift as a sigh
your hands are calloused
from this extravagant show of affection
I was held for an atom of a second
let me count my blessings
You've moved away again
a few more universes apart
let me find a wormhole
on this small bed
where my glowing hair
often get stuck
in the merciless metallic chain
of your automatic watch
Locking myself under my sheets
tucking in a jail of cotton Sakura motifs
stay up late, sleep till late
look for a wormhole each day.
Living in a loop
each night on repeat.
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