don't be mistaken by my distractions

because i'd like to take the time
to count the vertabrae in your spine,
to measure your length not in inches-
in fingertips.

and don't question what I'm not saying
because i'd like to compose a symphony
that sounds just like your breathing,
that harmonizes something like mine-
in the silence of this.

and sometimes i just want to sit
in a blanket of two arms.