A (Nerd) Love Poem

by Cassie

In the early morning hours
of an ordinary Tuesday,
the sleeping sounds of you
are incantations on my shoulder
Warm breath caught
in the cradle of my neck
moves like light against a window
and there’s an unexpected exodus
of teardrops on my pillow
My fingertips curl up under
the heat of your right hand,
tea leaves at the bottom
of a chipped up heart-shaped cup
And my heels catch on the solid length
of the long bones in your legs
as I stretch into the soil of you,
my limbs like heavy roots after
a sudden summer rain,
and in this act of sharing oxygen,
we repel unwanted darkness
At the edge of every forest,
the shape of us is my Patronus.