There is a moment between rest and rise When the day’s troubles are still fast asleep, Cowering behind closed curtains and open eyes When it’s too early to do anything but breathe This is where I find you, in the morning air, Where night meets day but doesn’t speak Senses focus, returning from life’s nightmare And I feel the definition of “Philia” in Greek For when you smile, my thoughts vanish And when you laugh, I know I’m yours Even if I only tell you I love you in Spanish, When the blinds are shut and so are the doors I’ll give you my sleepless nights for Valentines If you’ll spend your sunsets at the gas station Counting every car that speeds by the stop signs Talking childhood crushes and red carnations Eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a luna moth You’ll gently hold my sleeve but not my wrist Tracing zodiac constellations on the tablecloth We’ll share the evening with people who don’t exist Lie when we say that my birthday’s in Spring, Tell ourselves books are pillows made of poetry Cotton reduced to written sweet somethings Tonight, we’ll sleep on the shelves in the library