Mrs Frances Pastuch
As he turns off the light and we settle down to sleep
I snuggle close resting my head in the crook of his shoulder.
He whispers goodnight and squeezes me tight.
I touch his sweet lips with my fingertips.
He lifts my chin to kiss me tenderly...deeply...familiarly.
I settle back
on his shoulder, throwing my leg casually over his.
He caresses my arm
and a contented smile comes unbidden to my lips.
I feel him breathe; his soft exhalations of air ruffling my hair.
He moves slightly so our bare bodies are touching...completely.
I hear his heart
beating rhythmically in his chest beneath my cradled head.
He emits soft snorts
intermittently as his body begins to embrace sleep.
I listen expectantly,
waiting for the sonorous snores I know will follow.
His deep, peaceful sigh
and the twitch in his arm tells me he is nearing sleep.
I turn over,
away from him, removing the weight of my body from him.
enfolds me, caressing my breast as he snuggles against me.
We are as one
with the night; as it touches our skin and skin touches skin
the cool without and the warm within.