The softest

Sweet dreams, although I know you're not sleeping,
there's a tension in my head
that still feels your heart bleating.

The night turns our hands to rats
that go in search of ways to live
and survive on what's left in the
dream, that we've kept alive

Jeopardizing the softest nights sleep
for stolen warmth and midnight whispers
as I tell you that I love you
just so we can have forgotten by morning
quite how much really I push through

as this is difficult to word or say or even mean
but I know I need you incessantly
for all that's close and far between.