I’m way too
I wasn’t sure in which way you meant,
so I just moved
let you breathe through movements
so that moments lasted
(somehow noon before getting out of bed with you-
falling in and out of sleep and woven arrangements
I took notice of blue shadows where the sheets creased,
your eyes (green today),
looking back at me.
You don’t look at me simply.
There are novels in your eyes.
If you meant otherwise-
I’m in to you