The static leaves miniscule cracks in
my teeth, tea stained, sort of. Chips in the front
where I would bite the bedframe when I was scared.
I want to etch tiny kisses across your back
in time with the pendulum clink of piano keys,
romantic works, for me at least. Look at we.
Lap at you like waves in the bath,
steam under my eyelids and the knowledge
you will be there in the morning.
Safety, wake me.