Strewn about like the clouds

Above this city,

He lies across all parts of his bed

At the same time.

It looks like something out of a painting

Or photograph

Completely insignificant to the masses;

But I take it in

And it takes my breath away.

He falls asleep on my left shoulder

Sweat beads on his forehead

And my hand goes numb.

He snores

And twitches

And he thinks I'm silly when I say

He's beautiful.