I feel him in my arms
trembling
Jerking
like something's always around the corner
waiting to kill him.
I'll ask him to come with me to a concert,
he'll look up with those frightened eyes
and
ask me if I know what can happen at those places.
I won't be listening,
I'll just study his pretty
and paranoid
face,
gazing at the dark circles around his green orbs.
I wonder if he ever sleeps.
I should know.
Maybe a couple of hours a night.
I fall asleep
and he's awake.
I wake up,
and he's awake; taking the mornings first sips
(more like gulps)
of his dark coffee.
The smell of his coffee always reminds me of kissing him.
So,
first thing every morning
that's what I do.
And it makes me soooo happy.