even your snores are sweet to me now–
grating susurrations sweeping your soft palate,
their fingernails scratching for purchase
in the grooves of your mouth.
they want to cling to you,
and watching you sleep beside me again
i can’t blame them.
i love you like the dirt that sits under your nails
and i think i’m a little crazy now,
because the slick of drool i wiped from your mouth
seemed for a moment to glisten almost beautifully.
let me nestle here against you in my madness,
for here alone i am content.