Asleep

In the latter end of May I learned how you lay with happy clean lips and heavy arms slipped around my heart more tightly than the dreams that carry us like kings under our white star, under my hands and hard work to be here, next to you to be a gift and a prize to allow my red feet to forget how far they've come at the sight of your peace, your lightly closed eyes, our happy juxtaposition and I keep falling for you... This moment was only a chance but you were the only chance I'd take You're my first though this moment won't last I am your constant, I can't leave you As a branch I may fall when you are dry but whether low or high, I'll only be next to you Where you lay, in the deepest part of my heart I'll be there