5 more mins

My reality pours forth as verbal flow, streaming unceasing like the natual ebb and flow
of the lyrical currents through my phone, crossing the distance and in an instant, he is present,
filling the empty cool space on his side of the bed, fighting over covers and ideologies, discussing finance and foolishness.
The topics matter not, he matches my intellect with his insights and our convos take flight though the night, into the dawn,
 As the world slumbers we build a foundation to grow, and so
I continue to ask for five more minutes, we both need to rest, but I need this more.
Just one more verbal kiss, oral embrace, just five more minutes before he goes
leaving the fading warmth in the spot he left, staring at my phone as the light fades.