sleeping is
an interesting thing,
in that it becomes an
entirely different event
when done with someone
you love.

alone, it is routine,
a mindless necessity,
like using the bathroom, or
starting your car.

you lay there and try to get
comfortable, and drift off,
and eventually, wake up and
continue on with your life.

but with a lover, it is all
daily life becomes this void,
this dully, disappointing filler
between the hours in which
you can lay together again,
curled up in
silent serenity.

you take a slow,
deep breath, and gaze
upon your lover’s eyelids,
trying to imagine everything
that could be happening
behind them,
until you part ways
and reunite in a dream.

- ao-oa