Magic of 6′ 1″ (3 bloody 15 am)

Mini cellular explosions are all over me.
Soon as I think of you all around me.

You draw me in and the explosions converge
and I am on fire.

I hear your heartbeat and breathe
into it whispers.

No space in our embrace
but you find a way;
closer.

Next to the throb in your neck
I burrow and breathe in;
off my feet.

All around me is you.
My smile on your skin.
Your strength on mine.

 and now I’m finally sleepy enough to hit the sack. Something about ending a poem (or my version of it that is. heh.) that gets me so sleepy each damn time.