Our Lives Beneath Covers

I'll meet you at sunrise.

I'll be lost again
in the night.

Here,
now,
I close my eyes.

A dream.

Is it true?

When I no longer wake,
I'll be next to you,
right there,
looking down
at where my body lies.

Tossing,
turning,

seeing my history,
in and out of time.

Counting the lives
spent beside you,
again.

Again.

In bed with my lover,
turning
to and from lives.

Lives
found beneath covers.

And I dream
of my lover.

In me, no other.

In me,
is no other.

Only lives
beneath covers.

Memories waking
at sunrise.

And there you are,

your eyes,
your lips,
your hands
tucked between your thighs.

I see you
every morning.

There is no other.

There is no other.

Those eyes,

still,

a surprise.