You came to bed late
So I folded myself into the drawers of your heart
Tracing the lines of your goodnight whispers
I became paper
You the scissor
Cutting your way past my defenses
Tossing me out of my dream

Outside there is a breeze
How easily the night conspires against calamity
The blinds closed like a secret
The unspoken sigh you left drifting between us

I lay awake in the hush
Imagining myself as something fragile in your hands
Like a letter folded
Like a pressed flower between the pages of a book
I recall our time in the Caribbean

And when sleep at last surrendered
I saw it: the tenderness of it all -
The boy I once was to the Man I am
It made me ache for the soft architecture
Of more nights like this
On the verge of collapse
And yet
Always enduring

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