curl-un-curl

i'm quiet when i turn the knob
clockwise;
the "click"
of mechanics,
however,
ruins the romance

(uncurl)

i see you in bed;
you're fetal
and lying still,
a Grecian statue
of a womb;
but i can see you
struggling
with the sheets;
your mouth, open
on the shores of a pillow;
you take a breath
as the tide rises
to flood in

(curl)

i want to kiss you
and keep it forever
on my lips;
i want to be the
air in your lungs,
an ornament
in your chest;
i want to be inside
of you
without you feeling
me there

but don't worry,
this is but a moment.
a moment
i will always have
without ever holding still

the concept
the conception
the creation is an illusion

decay is the only reality
we know

(click)

i see you in bed
and i see
the universe

the forming of a fist
with no hand to hold it still