25. Brown

there's nothing
to the waking up next to stale
sheets
if you're ready to move on
into the next phase

they move around these legs
like tentacles
of your hopes
and the summer

i will
give nothing of your dreams
to my pillows tonight

and my floor is jealous
of your arms
it called me to rest
and i passed

you've begun
to taste of
cold amber

the night closes
i lean
i breathe