"morning"

finding sighs between the lines around your mouth
i can tell you're really thinking, now
my fingers find their way up your spine
counting the notches like years of your life.
lie here with me for a while without speaking --
it's only our breath, now
only the air between the thoughts between the sighs
only the lines of our arms and legs and fingers and faces
only the shapes of our shadows and the last breath
you took before opening your eyes and noticing
the light.