that familiar touch
eyes open
focusing on the glow-in-the-dark stars
on the ceiling
that feels like a jungle
vines hanging
to collapse the space
remember
you told tales of hunting tigers
of swinging on trees
and throwing coconuts
when we woke each other up
in the middle of the dark
fighting over blankets and space
sometimes
when I wake up
see the glow-in-the-dark stars
I forget
the hair brushing my collarbone
is my own
© lily keller 2001