Posts tagged "sleep"
When you fall asleep before me,
I count your breaths.
Each is like a warm kiss on my neck,
reminding me that you are there.
And I am here,
wondering how I earned such a thing,
wondering how many breaths I can count
before I sleep.
I can’t sleep because
I can’t stop
thinking about you.
It’s been hard to tell the difference
between awake and dream
since you began
sleeping next to me.
I stayed up late tonight
thinking about life.
Thinking about how it passes by.
Lying here in my bed,
I tried to fight the current.
But it was as strong as the sea’s.
It wasn’t long before,
exhausted, I fell asleep.
On mornings when I must wake before you,
you pull the blankets over your head
to hide from the light and my noise.
I lift a part of the covers
and find a small patch of skin
on your back or stomach or leg
and kiss it over and over and over
until you grumble and moan,
pretending you don’t like it.
- You: Why do you hold me while we sleep?
- Me: To make sure you're still there in the morning.