We Could Have Had It All.

the lilt of quiet voices in the 
morning hush, 
breaths misting over hot tea, 
flushed skin cooling in the pre- 
morning dawn,  
the creak of hammocks: soft,  
and uncertain ‘til wakefulness hit,  
stories in the moonlight, 
warm palms slipping beneath 
your back on the edge of sleep, 
all the spaces in between, 
all the promise on my lips, 
all the calm of fluttering pages 
with my fingers in your hair— 
but you were afraid. 
K.N.O.W. 5.02.2017-5.31.2017 6.46 A.M.