The Questions I Ask At Night

 “The Questions I Ask At Night”

Let’s stay up late and watch the moon fall asleep,

Gazing up at starlight from the peephole in our door.

Lying in against your chest, I feel your heart beat in rhythm with your breath.

This is where I belong.

Home in a person so very like myself.

I close my eyes and begin to rant,

About how much I hate this thing or that,

Wondering what dinners you prefer,

Trying to be the perfect me I can to match your effort.

I can hear your words start to drift, feel the fatigue as your grip on my hand loosens.

You’ve whispered your goodnights and begged I dream the sweetest dreams,

The darkness now surrounds me.

And Im not alone.

And Im not afraid.

And Im now here with you.

How many days has it been since the idea of us first danced into your head?

Did you ever think a chance meeting would lead to this?

I slip unto my back and let my mind peruse these notions.

When was the first time you dreamt of me, and what did it entail?

Was I riding waves of desire, falling into the sheets of a night of passion,

Entwining my fingers within your own?

Tell me everything as you slumber…

I long to know your thoughts.

Everything that makes your clockwork tick tick tock.

When was the first time you realized your heart sought to pulse with mine?

Was it because of my smile,

Or because of my soul,

Or was it was because you saw past the rough edges and quiet exterior,

And brought out the sarcasm and wit you love to laugh with?

My eyes are getting heavy, while my mind is running laps.

So many questions while you sleep soundly…

I’ll ask you in the morning.