I watch as you stretch in your sleep,
muscles flexing under skin whose scars I kissed moments earlier.
You sigh deeply and I watch the rise and fall of the chest
where my head often comes to rest.
There is peace in these sheets
sleep makes us vulnerable.
There is comfort in the calm and constant
of your breathing.
We are home here.
Let the world wait outside our door.
We are busy building a life out of sleepy glances and soft kisses.