romantic insomniac

You fell asleep, we were face-to-face,

Nose-to-nose yet still estranged.

Meanwhile your thumbs 

cradle my ribcage,

and my eyelids flutter 

every few minutes 

with a call to witness 

the softness of your face 

from only an inch away. 

I wonder, after I leave,

do you carry on with your day,

your heart at ease, 

while I question the intentions

of you kissing my cheeks?

I’m unsure if I can cherish 

this affection you've lent me 

because with every spare touch 

I refute, why so gently?