The darkness swallows up the patterns on your ceiling
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so I can't trace them in my insomnia
I think your gentle breathing is keeping me awake,
peeling open tightly shut eyelids.
I will lie and think of you instead.
Rather than dozing
I sit and contemplate
the words we exchanged in some strange method
of couple's battleship.
I don't see you as my signifigant other but I certainly
know that body of yours.
Stretched out next to mine,
and I have to confess I love it.
I must admit that you are not alone in your feelings
and in your fears.
I memorize snippets of loving phrases
you whispered in my ear,
hoping to engrave them in my soul
to hold us as close as we are in those moments.
Unlike other lovers who are jealous and hurtful
you trust me (to some extent)
and I feel like you can let some of my problems go.
Like slipping a penny through the grating of a drain
I can slip by your radar and fall
right into the pool of love below.
"God grant me distraction."