simple and small; a poem for the morning

I woke up

and forgot

you were mad at me. 

bliss lives in the nuance 

between our sheets. 

The rhythm of our breathing,

joining,

and sleep states.

Beta, alpha, theta, delta; 

they all hold the space 

between anger 

and desire

like book ends. 

I can't stop thinking 

of loving you 

for all of time.