The thin cotton surrounds
your shivering body, falling
limply a little too high as you sleep.
Skin exposed:
soft as the hair above your neck, draping
over the quilt you lay
on top of.

I watch as a small twitch shocks
your fingers then moves
to your toes and nose, and disturbs
the gentle silence.

I crawl next to you, trying
not to wake
my beautiful sleeper,
because your dreams
are far too precious for them to end now.