Light Mellows Teasing Night

woke and wrote:

Light mellows in the closest hours before morning. Our breath is a constant noiselessness, fluidly emphasized by the rhythmic dream within dreaming. We keep sound within sleep. Listening with eyes closed to a language untranslatable for woken bodies. In the morning, we will tell our partners we have forgotten our sleep. And they too will betray the potency of darkness, saying they were dreamless, so similar to sleepers like you. It is always easy to forget those hours when we fell behind our thoughts to reimagine life. It must be easy because the irretrievable never rewards us with catch or claim, and we cannot let ourselves feel not fortunate. To distance our minds from intangible temporality, we have our hands take up flesh, promising the bed be framed in realism, finally. We look upon some other, not certain whether they are only an idea we have happened to dress up with words. Whispering tales in bed we do not mean to behave as replacements for truth, like, “I never dreamed I would have you.” Followed by a bite to make sure this back before your chest can bleed out life. Instead, pulling away in sigh saying, “Show me something real.” You place upon him a kiss without tongue and he smiles without his teeth, teasing you out of your underwear so as to proceed backwards into dream where hearts beat freely from touch in the hours closest to morning, when the living is half-alive and too desensitized to feel needed. We sleep safely.