the alchemist/hands to sleep

4 months

i wasn't imagining it
saw your eyes in the rear
view mirror
looking back
at me
blue and curious
water pooling inside my memory
they made me cry for the want to curl myself inside of you
to touch
send a shiver through my veins
to flow with my blood through every part inside
alchemy of cold into warmth
lashes shy away when noticed
mine
and a hand on the shoulder
a lingering hug;
it was all but not enough.

in 2 months

i see my hands
handpick me
please
like an almost ripe apple
gently twist and pull
or like a beer bottle cap
pry me open
with you i only need to fall asleep
i think that then i would remember my dreams for the first time in years
a deep sleep for as long as you are asleep
the longest of my sleep in years
and finally restful