we lay sychronized

​We lay synchronized
 
 
like holes like
 
air, we were nestled
against the vertebrae, smooth
on the brush of  my
face blush-
 
ing and hot and
embarrassed in your sound
sleeping and the care-
 
free throw of your
arm, like it didn’t matter
 
that I could
bend the delicate
hairs like golden bows like
bridges like sunshine like
a simile, and blow them
over with
 
just a rainy breath