Synapses

Breathing in time with mine

would welcome sleep.

Sanctuary of warmth.

Blink, touch, close.

I feel you underneath my fingertips

you are here.

Though far.

I do not mind for you are still.

Solidity is welcomed but solace is fine.

More than bearable, I long for a reality

But understand my need to be alone.

Because I am not alone,

one touch holds a thousand yous

and my eyes believe you when I sleep.

Your atoms are my synapses

and still linger in the air,

frozen constellations of

freckles upon my skin.

I will carry you.