and maybe a sneaky bumsqueeze

babe
i’m not tired
she says to me
in a voice
where more of an accent once lived
that still has the power
to melt
so
completely
she’s not
i suppose
i can fix it
i know
how
she works
we listened
with mid-night smiles
to silent swoonings
save for
contented mmmmms
whispered jokes
leading to bigger
longer laughs
than they would
in the light
you know the kind
sadface if you don’t
she tosses
a little
she turns
some more
before falling into
semi-sprawled starfish
asking without
asking
i know
i cuddle in beside
on the left side
i push stubborn selfishness
and wanting her awake
with me
away
my hand runs down
her smooth
delicate
back
just finger tips
just barely
kissing the side
of her neck
i remind
of fun things
she’ll do tomorrow
for her
i set free an i love you
for me
mostly
i hope
i’ll be in her dreams
the lightest of kisses
down her back
slowly
and up again
even slower
to her shoulder
to her neck
to her ear
and
i
receive the tiniest
mmmmm
in reply
to
sleep well
baby

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2 Responses

  1. Rene Foran says:

    yep…sometimes it’s like that, y’know…

  2. I miss moments like this :-(

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