It's 3 something

It's 3 something

and I am just thinking about you

and your arms

and teeth

and the way you play with your hair when you're talking

and the truth in your voice 

when you said it would never get old

and your smile because I'm laughing 

about the joke we both know 

hidden in our sighs

the something itching between our thighs

I'm thinking about the 3 states and freeways you'd have to cross to get to me

and how they are so small

I'm wanting your hands

and breath

I'm wanting me crushed beneath it all

I'm needing your chest against my ear

your space- 

here. 

I am barely awake 

I'm just thinking about you

and wondering if you're just a dream anyway