histories

here’s a little poem for you about sleeplessness, love, and the history in between.

histories

while you sleep

I imagine plotlines crossed

almost delirious

your hot breath grumbles

your face disappears

into the white noise

bed unmade with our bodies 

I think we are two of a kind

two royals

two horses

two tangled jump-ropes

we must have traveled

uncovered stones

replanted trees

overgrown cities

you snore

our past lives rise

to the surface like cream

in the face of so much history 

our youth seems to pale in comparison