You are a place of eerily lit cedars
and snow that falls in May
as piano charges quietly next to strings
in darting notes like fireflies
so thick they surround my head
and make me swim and
not fall towards sleep

And when you are nothing less or more
than everything taking up space around me
we lay like tracks pointing east and west
and I can count you in minutes
and make out the shape of your breaths
when you may as well be painting
my body with eyes and lips
and you make me tiny and weightless
and you are huge and huge and huge