The Yearning Jungle Poem by Dave Agee

I absorb your rhythm from across the bed, from the side of the bed that’s cold because you rolled up in the covers over there. I don’t mind. I absorb your rhythm and it elevates me until I am mid-air and you are with me and we are flying, only you’re still asleep and I am holding you, still wrapped in the comforter, and the stars swirl around us in the cold nighttime. You are so beautiful, and I have never loved anything like I love you this instant. We touch ground softly in a clearing in the Yearning Jungle. You open your eyes, apologize for stealing the covers and invite me inside. Together we are warm, and you drift away to sleep again, but I just watch the stars through the space in the canopy above our heads, looking for shapes that correspond with shapes I see in the leaves through the moonlight. Everything is so bright. Everything is silent, but the night is thunderous. You and I are clowns, alone in our clearing while you sleep.