Hours and days slip away When I find myself wrapped in the silken purrs Of your slumber.
In times that you roll to place your hand Delicately on my side Pulling me closer, almost maddened that I'm so far I feel your ringlets on my shoulders A warm sigh on the nape of my neck...
And everything else curls into darkness.
In this velvet void that holds our quiet moments.
When the sun sets And you yawn, a pawing hand on my thigh With bedroom eyes laced with calm Embraces that entrap like tendrils.
Weaving into my arms and snaking into the very soil Reminding me of every love for you That has ever bloomed or flourished.
Crawling into blankets and curling into perfect shapes Rounded. No sharp edges.
Sycronized breath Half dozing And patters of hearts at rest.
Falling Rocking Woven into arms and fingers
That twitch and sputter Typing out the words of dreams Almost like a dance.
Making Ballrooms of the sheets As you waltz between the worlds.
Turning to trace a finger, Brush stray curls around your ears. Softly kissing a furrowed brow of nightmarish concern As your lips turn
(oh so slightly very subtle into the smallest of tiny grins)
A muffled sound As your strong vines pull me tighter.
Any closer and I'd pass right through.
This is the bliss. The Cashmere Quiet. That I find laying next to you.
