Nose

What did you say?
I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you,
over your breathing.
The whistling noise your nose makes
becomes my mantra,
my center of focus,
and I forget that you are there.
That's when we both drift into sleep,
wrapped in ourselves.
But I keep waking up,
wondering if it's real,
wondering if it's right,
anxious, nervous, sweating.
Then you exhale,
and I am brought back to myself.
I am riding a sharp and biting wind,
or a sigh of relief,
or a loud sneeze
that's so unfeminine of you.
That's how I know
where you are.
Fuck, I have no right to be tired,
not when I haven't done anything,
but let you down,
and stare at your nose all night.
I let myself down more,
if you wanted to know.
And now that you're awake
I can go to sleep,
and dream about someone else,
as you reappear before me.



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I don't know. I was trying something new. I haven't written a poem in a long while.