[wrong number]

the light across your face

reminds me of drifting in saltwater —

your hands

clutching the buttons on my coat

as you fell into my knees.

(and kissed me.)

i asked you who you loved more.

now, and even then,

even when

you felt like death but

you brought me a glass of water.

as i lay in bed and gazed up at you,

wishing you would

cross your body over mine again.

oh, god — you laughed! (fiercely.)

is it enough to love you like this?

supine, hardly daring to breathe before

i see you. and reach for

your hands.

your body as an empty room

where you welcome me in. you love me.