and I won’t say
that my favorite times are at the end, watching the sky breath from the top
that I don’t mind the long drives where we dig into each other’s bigger thoughts, in memories, dreams, confessions, philosphical ponderings
that I notice you strewn out sound asleep wearing next to nothing with your pelvis wrapped in my sheets
that I prefer the sounds of the floor boards creaking when I know you’re the cause
