Give me a lazy
afternoon,
underneath white sheets and
a setting sun.
Your snores are light as
you sleep next to me,
your face gentle like the
hands that hold my waist.
Unlike you, I can't
seem to sleep.
I listen to the voices and
laughter outside of
your bedroom window,
watching your
chest rise and fall,
the deep honey
glow of your cheek against
mine.
And when you wake,
you don't speak,
staring at me with
sleepy eyes and
quiet lips.
You kiss my cheek,
and nestle back into the
hollow of my neck,
falling asleep until the
moon takes us away.