Sweet Dreams

As night deepens and the cool air pushes its way past our curtain,
Your sweet breath slows and creates the rhythm I live by.
Our feet are tangled in sheets,
But that doesn’t matter because they are our sheets.

You are a million miles away and,
While my mind busies with a million little getting ready things,
My eyes settle on your gentle rise and fall.
Rise.
Fall.

Spaceships orbit earth.
I motate, emote, transform.
And still, your gentle rise and fall brings me home,
Like the fast pedals of my bike.
Like the fastest pedaling on my bike.

Through the cloak of night,
I watch your eyelashes flutter.
I come and fill the empty space your body bends to,
And your rhythm becomes mine.
Rise.
Fall.
You.
Me.