cowboy kid

There is something separate and quiet about 
the moments when my thoughts take hold of you,

focus on the crease of your lips when you smile

and the way your eyebrows raise,

on the times our eyes meet.

A half second later the vacuum returns,

sucks me back to ground and dirt

and I’m whirling again,

the earth throbbing beneath me

like it has for months, it feels,

I’ve felt so much until you.

You are separate and quiet,

a drug that makes me finally alone,

finally quiet,

finally separate,

finally able to fall asleep.

lightly edited.

Love,

Loch.