in the gloaming.

I.
if we stop counting time,
it becomes a distant hum
underneath our breath
that never changes tune
and we can live without
giving weight to
the invisible scars
of age.

II.
when she said
my fingers were as comfortable
as waking up to
a sunlight's kiss,
we loosened our awareness
of darkness
and tightened our grip
on each other.

III.
if life is in the longing,
then i will live forever.
and moments will not be marked
by minutes,
but the number of hairs
that stand up on your arm
when the night dances
like two lovers
unaware of the morning song
of dawn.