My Favorite time of day
is actually at night.
It’s those loving moments
just before sleep,
him coiled around my body.
I cherish those last grasps at waking life.
The way his body fits to mine
so perfectly, so kind.
Our skin barely brushing
but it’s calming none the less.
I love hearing his voice
hushed and full of sleep
whispering his love for me
before we both drift off.
The words come
with a familiar grace
I have only found with him.
The sound of his shallow breaths
lull me to sleep
like a soothing summer breeze.
Those are the moments
that make the bad days alright,
that make everything worth while,
that make night
my favorite time of day.
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 3:39 PM UTC
My Favorite time of day
is actually at night.
It’s those loving moments
just before sleep,
him coiled around my body.
I cherish those last grasps at waking life.
The way his body fits to mine
so perfectly, so kind.
Our skin barely brushing
but it’s calming none the less.
I love hearing his voice
hushed and full of sleep
whispering his love for me
before we both drift off.
The words come
with a familiar grace
I have only found with him.
The sound of his shallow breaths
lull me to sleep
like a soothing summer breeze.
Those are the moments
that make the bad days alright,
that make everything worth while,
that make night
my favorite time of day.
revised this quite a bit since originally posting.
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