the heat effuses from your skin and soaks into mine,
breaths soft as they whisper into open air,
a murmur, a shift of the lips, lashes quivering.
the crinkle that pulls in between your brows as if,
something is concerning you in dream-state.
but not bad enough, that it can touch,
the softness that permeates your form,
the peace that sinks in your limbs.
each finger curled, i become distracted.
until you turn over and we bump hips.
another hum of losing concern leaves your mouth as you shift into me
i want to disappear with you there,
feel the weightlessness of dreams,
but the bed is warm and so are you,
i think that could compare.