I have been losing sleep, trying to map

the architecture of your skin

the precise distance between your collarbone and your ribs

but I have never been one for numbers,

they are neither soft nor warm

I do not need a calculation to be certain

I will never be where you come from

but God do I want to come from here,

I want to shed my past, the way you shed your clothes,

I have no use for language

I have never been able to get under its skin,

my words fall graceless

void of the beauty they were intended to bring

I want to undress language,

peel back its layers

and watch them fall to the floor.

If I know anything it is that perception is deceiving

but do not quote me on that, do not hold me to these words

because right now I do not know anything,

except that the stars are kissing your cheek tonight in a way I never could

and that by the morning light you will have fallen out of love

and I will have changed my mind

but right now, we are cloaked in darkness

and I want to drink the sunset like wine,

sip secrets from the pools of moonlight collected in your collarbone