The time before the last time I don’t recall the rest
The last time that’s all there was.
‘I’m sorry’ lullabies replaced the warmth of your arm around me.
Nevertheless we fell into a deep slumber.
Two nights the same but markedly different.
Both with such peaceful rest I can recall them by date.
It is the mark of perhaps the truest intimacy; The cradle of peace with which we sleep.
Even on air when my every move adjusts you, we dance in slumber gracefully and without misstep.
Every exhale exclaims I Love You, and every deep breath in is God.
True comfort my soul is well in our joining.
It is only with you I rest.