With little feet
I scurry up your leg
a noble ascension
and fly over your groin.
my feet patter on your stomach
my presence remains unacknowledged
because you are far in your dreams
and  my small body makes no sort of an impact

I wish to climb to your face
and gaze
but I will do of no such thing
because I have found warmth by your heartbeat
and I curl myself atop it
and though it is unsteady
it assures me you are alive
and this has become my favourite of spots
I cannot drown in the waves of your chest
and finally
I am not fearful of swimming