place your head to my chest:
1. like the crickets at night - constant and repetitive
we must define the synchronous state of
                                                    my touch
                                to your shiver

you take the chance to take me deeper

2.  there is a morse code simplicity
my occasional arrhythmia spells out a dream come true

the syllables are a tranquilizing reaction in the blood stream
each pressure placed

3.  the needles mean a tattoo of my teeth will puncture
but in reality I break the skin
you may listen to my pulse:  but I will drink yours as medicine

my, but how I watch your smile, your eyes closed
                                using my sternum as your pillow

now we dream, we rest, finally the dawn is still hours away
I move backwards into you, to rewind the clock and stay