In Night Times

We were dream-locked and dozing,
and the fall of your hand
was like a hundred trees
crashing down in slow motion,
resting gently on the white curves
of my shoulder, moon-washed.
I sighed, a breath of sea air, 
stung with salt.

Your eyes were Neptune, Venus,
Saturn all at once with rings around them
revolving slowly, stony,
celestial, astronomically inviting,
an other world, a far-scape,
trippy daylight sleepland
smothered in stars.

Your mouth brushed words
towards my mind, carelessly,
as one sweeps away dead leaves,
and I
swallowed them whole,
allowing them to fill the gaps,
listening intently to the vast
storm-broken silence between 
each one.