I never noticed how dark they are. Brown, deep, here to stay. Not like the redish ones that seem to come and go. They cover you. They seem to speak, to tell bits of your story. I try to memorize them before they write any more. I hope they give these moments justice. Full chapters.
As you turn from side to back I watch as your chest rises and falls with your breath, steady. Youre so solid in your sleep. Eyes tight. Quiet. Sure. So sure. I wish you could see it.
I like you like this. Dancing between awake and asleep, resisting the day. Right here. Right next to me. Here, you're equal parts true and how only I can see you. Its secret. Its mine.
I resist too. I hate to say good bye to the night. But this brief moment, here, in the first light, makes the day ok.