I want to lay with you. In my bed with your arms wrapped around my frame, your nose tickling the back of my neck.

I want to lay with you. On crisp clean sheets, the only light penetrating the darkness of my room coming from the moon through my open window.

I want to lay with you. In a quiet place, free of distraction, bodies pressed together, acting as one, while you sleep and I stare off into space.

I want to lay with you. Because when I’m with you, my thoughts don’t jumble together to the point they strangle me. Because when I’m with you, the silence is a comforting friend and not a vicious beast ready to strike. Because when I’m with you, the sadness is held at bay.

I want to lay with you. Because I love you.

I want to lay you.