I feel I’ll sleep tonight

6 by 3.5 by 2.5
Three constants
for the past two decades.

Here: I dreamt of the death I desired.

On nights such as these, 

you composed new realities 

with words.

On nights such as these, 

I surfed silently 

through fields of elation.

Here: days seem to stand still.

With rich smells 

of what'd be 

conspired next door.

A missing pair of arms,

is the least of what’s alarming.

When nights 

stretched to evenings

the day after.

Songs stretched 

to letters, 

and phone calls to hours.

Here: I cried myself to a 104 degrees.

 (till we couldn’t anymore)

Galaxies lit

upon the slightest touch,

braiding into helixes.

  (sacred figures)

On nights such as these,

we were married 

for a millennia.

On nights such as these,

you carried a safe whisper.

Here: I reached for my shins,

and counted each vertebrae,

In this hollow case,

I entered Goya's sleep.

"All in, all in, all in a day"; 

"a sofa in San Tropez."