A Study

Ankles, knees, elbows, and skulls.
The closer you scoot,
The pointier they get.
And suddenly, you have corners everywhere
But it works, somehow.

Comfort lasts only for a moment,
But you endure beyond that
So you can maintain the coziness
Just a little while,
Pretending to sleep like it doesn't matter.

Cherishing the times when
A hand unconsciously reaches for your hip,
A foot lazily brushes yours in companionship,
A thoughtless kiss is planted
On the way to the kitchen.

Most of all, it's a secret.
An ashamed guilt
For caring a bit more than you should yet.
Crossing the border into creepiness
By gazing just a little long.

If found out,
There would be laughter at your silliness,
Some slight unease and gradual withdrawal
From the intensity
That is not yet reciprocated.

And so, you keep still
Unwilling to let the moments go,
Weapon for a slow affilial dissolution aiming
Calculated naturalness and
Half-hearted shots of cruelty at belly laughs.

Yet hope remains,
Fueled by brilliant smiles
And casual confidence.
Perhaps one day you too will sleep easily,
Flinging limbs and breaths in stead of thoughts.