Oh.

Oh, can we lay here just for a few more minutes?
So I can feel that warm-fleece-blanket bliss
Like the time when I laid on you on that
Airplane and fell asleep.

I know you said that you were fine, but
Looking back, I can’t imagine the extra
90 pounds of my being was really “nothing.”

Oh, can you hold the small “s” of my
Shoulder-waist-hips with your hands
Like ink - Or maybe just your eyes?

I swear the last time you stared at my lips
They were left tendriled black and blue

Oh, can our legs coil their way into one
Forest of forgetful stubble and down, as your cold toes
Curl over mine?

I’ll jump from the steel touch but settle back down,
Like a bit of daffodil in the air, a few seconds later.

Oh, can our stomachs leap,
Forcing against the limits of our bodies,
with barking laughter,
Until that delicious feeling of fullness
with air begins to pull at our seams
and I feel my bellybutton pop?

Sometimes it comes so loud, I swear it could be thunder:
Moon-spans bigger than either of our skinny frames

Oh, can I tell you a story-that-takes-approximately-five-
times-too-long-to-get-it-all-out-and-ultimately-ends-
in-my-omitting-the-real-point-for-some-small-trivia
Before collapsing into the full-hollow of your neck?

I’ll probably give away the punch line or loose myself
In laughter somewhere in the middle.

Yes?

Ok, loved-one… I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.