Planetary

Waking up next to you, I feel as if the world
             Outside has come to a pause; your face, fragile, white,
Your chest sitting quietly over a cage of ribs, rising

And falling like practiced clockwork. I stare above

At the painted ceiling, the sun overhead – a burning coin,

And before I know it, I have slipped into a dream,

Feeling, now, like Neptune, and you beside me, like my moon.