I have,
I’ll admit,
once or twice
(I’ve lost count)
slipped into my nest at the peak of twilight
and begged the moon to sing me to slumber
and bid the stars to caress the cracks of my broken skin.

"I have,
I’ll admit,
once or twice,
(perhaps I’ve miscounted)
in my mind,
replaced the creases of my covers
with the tickles of your hair fibers on my skin.

I have,
I’ll admit,
once or twice,
(or possibly for the umpteenth time )
greeted the scarlet and apricot hues of a sun dancing across the sky
after spending the night counting each and every thread in my bed
and companying them with reasons as to why I have, once or twice,
found love in you."