i don’t know too many faces you cannot study mine i know you so well in the dark so swell, so suave, so sure and i, i wish to know you in your sleep to turn you into an intricate sketch in my head call me a crook if you must i’ll be the first one up, i’ll be sleeping last i wish to turn you into fabric, to fold you up, and tuck you in my pocket i wish to feel your eyelashes on my cheek, to know your words before you speak, to mark fabric with our bodies i wish to be inside of my mother’s womb with you or in a cave, a car trunk, a tent a cocoon like the whisper of a secret i’m safe with you in the silence of the room i’m here with you