after a long day when you have worked and i, not at all.

you're sleeping early tonight.
curled up.
your breath is rhythmic and heavy and sweet
and i lay close to feel it break over me, a small wave casting out and pulling slowly back.
the space around us feels wide and empty without your conscious presence. i am suddenly quite alone.
i wonder, am i with you, a part of the dream that is between us now?
i touch your skin and hold on to small hope that you will join me again.
but you're sleeping fast,
so early this evening.
there are no stars, but the wind is strong and knocks at our bedroom window. i fake a yawn that serves to remind me only of how awake i am.
soundlessly, i watch and fully, i love
your gently moving form. rising and falling.
the way your face is soft.
i trace patterns on your cheeks, around your eyes,
smooth your eyebrows and dare to touch my lips to your brow.
i listen, straining to hear each breath, as i burrow close into the curve of your back and wonder
full of wonder
how have you captured me so completely?