Beside me you stir, sigh as you stretch.
Outside, clouds roll past
like your breath, crossing the sky
between my shoulders.
I’ve got places to be, but there’s
still a little time, so I
settle into the heaven of your skin
against mine.
A phone buzzes, threatens
the moment so fragile, so rare.
When we come back to life
you’ll get on your way
and I’ll survive the long week
by the smell of you
on my pillow. I work hard,
so there’s no harm
in being late for work today. Quietly
at peace, we go back to sleep,
pretending like we’re dead.
