when i close my eyes, you reside on the inside of my eyelids. brown hair in a daze, glasses resting sagely on your nose, arms filling out the sleeves of a maroon t-shirt decorated with a yellow weevil. the path directly in your eyes leads beyond, further, a mess of smooth espresso that keeps me awake and alive. on the inside of my eyelids, i see you sideways, left side of your face pressed against a white cotton pillow. on the inside of my eyelids, i feel your warmth nearby as you lie with your face in the pillow. on the inside of my eyelids, i see your eyes open, gently, and crease at the sides as you smile a morning smile. on the inside of my eyelids, i see you on the top of a mountain, arms on hips, beaming at the crisp, blue eternity spreading before you like marmalade. on the inside of my eyelids, i see you teaching a child to ride a bicycle with two wheels. on the insisde of my eyelids, i smell your hair and feel your scalp. on the inside of my eyelids, i press the soles of my feet to yours. on the inside of my eyelids, i am pushing you into the sea, and you are pulling me in with you. on the inside of my eyelids, we are fully immersed in the sea, and in one another. on the inside of my eyelids, i hear you whispering to me, as i whisper to you, velvety secrets in our mother tongues. on the inside of my eyelids, i sing every song i love to you. on the inside of my eyelids, we are no less than perfection in each other's eyelids, and we see one another even when we blink.