POETRY: Lying to a {Bridesmaid}

He lies

Awake next to her
Her calm breath rolls in and out

Like little waves on damp, perfectly smooth sand
He sees her bare hip bone, cool and motionless like a distant island at night

His lungs chop air as the tide rescinds itself from her coastline
He reaches for shore, his hand falling somewhere between careless and caress
And it flails, as his body shifts under the heat of his expectations
His mind races, thoughts scattered like his janky, unclothed limbs

But his servile heart remains with something else, on the other side of the planet
As he searches for somnolence

While her face rests with complete tranquility
Looking with closed eyes right where

He lies