My only wish is to wake up
in the warm embrace that is your bare body,
covered in sheets as soft as a flowers petals.
Swimming in an endless ocean
of pretty things, you'd whisper
into ears, asleep, only to know,
I'd recite them in the morning,
like a perfectly structured poem,
that would soon enough wake you from slumber.
Because whispers are made to make us
listen.

I'm so glad I listened,
sleep well, and dream
euphorically*.