At 11:11

Our vibe is tongue tied.

Its those 5:04am why are you ups and 11:01pm empty double cups doubled over in genuine laughs.

The 5:07am questions I know you need answers to that you never ask.

11:06pm stares with a screaming silence so loud our ears pop like candy rocks when our eyes glance elsewhere.

5:09am lounging in our briefs leaving the night to the thief's pockets and inhaling the energy of sunrise like the scent of Sunday dinner.

So at 5:16am I yawn and you'll follow, I'll be asking permission for entering and you'll part your lips allowing our tongues to tie, the way our vibe does.

11:09pm the lights go out, and we lay gazing at the pastel purples coloring the sky, the wind dancing through the window you refuse to close, splashing against our open pores cleansed with dove.

Because at 11:11 the stars of our galaxy are aligned and I'll fall asleep in your arms more than satisfied, no matter how tongue tied our vibe.