In the dark I think of him and his beautiful hands. They fit around me so fluidly. He is gentle and curious, lending my body his kiss as I lend him myself. We are ever gracious that our intertwined souls separated for years just so we could experience this homecoming.
In the dark I think of us. We were meant to fold into one another and find forgiveness in one another's embrace. Here, in this bed, there is no such thing as shame. Here, there is trust and warmth. Touching each other's skin is akin to reading our favorite books. We never tire of this bedtime story.
In the dark I think of how peacefully we dream together. How my jaw never clenches in anxious loneliness when he is by my side. We are tranquil as a rowboat on the lake, rocked to sleep by the moon's gravity.