Lately, I’ve been busy.

 

My waist is being tickled by the same hands, and my buttons being pressed by impatient fingers. Trust me, I’m not messing around, but the watch 2 inches from my face, keeps winking at me.

 

And I find it kind of embarrassing when my tummy rumbles with muffled voices that I have seemed to swallow, and fumbling hands that don’t treat me properly.

 

But sometimes at night, I have time. I like to turn myself over as my back is nettled by the rough cold wood beneath me, and my sight has nestled on your particular face.

 

Your staccato snores, and humming breath become my lullaby.

And every hour you blush when you open your eyes to see me.

And sometimes I'll still be busy, taking the calls I never meant to take.

But I'll be resting my arms in your direction, and translating ringtones into blown kisses.

 

I know it pisses you off when I turn off on you.

But my battery only leaves space for two.

And if I could choose, I'd use it all on you.

 

Hey, I love when your nose crinkles up like that.

Rolling your eyes when you realize, from a distance, I don't look so bad.

Tick-tick-ticking at every heartbeat of mine, that seems to beat so fast.

I don't think about our future, or care about your past.

Maybe, we'll be the two that can last longer than time.

Maybe, when our music dies out, you'll be finally mine.

 

But until then we'll tango around your numbers,

dream to your every hour in our unencumbered slumber.

Hold hands through our synchronized heartbeats as we fall.

And remind each other, "Hey, living in the moment isn't so bad after all."