you always fall asleep before me. your breath is vulnerable, still and steady. your eyes close in the crook of my neck and i watch you grow heavy, finally finding rest. you hand your trust to me so openly, in interlacing fingers and intertwining legs. you slow my hummingbird heart as it beats against my throat, and i weep at the peace i find between our chests. you are so gentle. you run your fingertips along my skin so lightly, like the gentle way you press into overripe fruit. like any touch too deep could find a bruise and split the skin open. god, i've never wanted to be softer. under your gaze i become and create. fragrant mandarin and sweet pear sprout; in the cuts that used to draw blood, i find your hands and soft flowers. your breathing picks up and shifts as your body curls close, finding mine. warmth finds my back and i know i was created to experience you.
this is so stylistically impressive. I’ve often struggled with writing poetry bc the form allows for such emphasis on the individual word, and I rely on long-winded paragraphs to create vivid imagery—I aspire to be able to write this way, so sparse, and yet so clear and powerful in its meaning.
is this allowed