I never actually slept, legs
folded like a screen over 19B and
C. my head on your lap
and your arm on me
like that time on the beach you
remember well, the two of us still
unfamiliar. I napped
and you took in perfection, one day.
it didn’t matter if I slept,
5 PM our time though dark over
the Arctic, and I too buzzed.
what mattered was to remember
forever those close moments
the undulation of your belly
on my head, the two of us betrothed.






