The longing for you is almost holy.
Warm you sleep;
your eyelids closing are the night coming for me.
Inescapable love of lives,
my lingering ache is the origami crane tucked in your breast.
Doing undoing wills and possibilities:
with each breath, life raises itself and
with every exhale it returns.
As it is with all things which belong to god
– nothing can stay away from you