sleeping with ghosts
the way your hair feels when i run my fingers through it
the bumpy scars on your legs from your old injuries, and how they feel against my skin
the way your body tenses up, ready for a fight, when i tell you about someone who has hurt me
the constellation of moles on the back of your neck. my stars.
the wet footprints you make coming out of a pool
the little sounds you make in your sleep, that makes me imagine the happy things going on in your dreams
the smile and the pride in your eyes when i tell you about something i have achieved
the reassuring calm that washes over us while we’re doing nothing, just because.
