Impressions

Fullness;

Arms tucked under shoulders,
feet casually intertwined in the space between

Your breath in my ear,
cheeks turning a gentle shade of pink
as the warmth gathers into
a sweet hushing lullaby

I am the last to sleep.
I am always the last to sleep.
grasping these moments of stillness,
the comfort of
Being.
Until my body succombs and
restless dreams of departure seep
into the blackness.

You remain.
The contours of your body forever imprinted in the curve of my back,
sweet spots behind knees,
soft brushes of fingers resting bare belly.

A subtle chill comes upon me
with every passing month

I succomb and the warmth returns.