a rolling wave of orange atmosphere
crushes the blue from the sky
but lights the blue in your eyes.
i could save this as a picture
to look at, at four in the morning
when i’m alone and restless
thinking things could be better.
maybe just for tonight
i could be accompanied by that sideways smirk
you know i love
watching the rotation of the milky way
from a blanket on the shingles
until we can’t keep our eyes open;
until the breeze kisses our skin awake.
could be my excuse
to not fall asleep tonight.