We wake to the presence
Of our souls breathing
In harmony with one another.

You run your finger
Along the side of my thigh
Right where it lies
Nestled next to yours.

Smiling contentedly
You yield to the needs of your body,
Plump up your pillow -
And drift away again.

I lay there,
Watching your face
Inches from mine
I see you smile
As I too
Drift back to sleep.