I admit it, I watch you sleep.
I wonder, in silence, if I hide in your dreams.
I know the sound of your final conscious breath.
I pray in the night you find whole rest,
And return to me in the morning refreshed.

I study you as clouds dance in your head.
The soft brow, which furrows in frustration when your thoughts sour.
Your lips curl sweetly, is it me?

I know I am forgotten as you snooze,
At a second's touch you envelope me.
An embrace so gentle, possessive, warm.
And soon after I drift off too.