I love to watch you as you sleep.
Your face wiped clean of stress and care.
The furrow gone between your brows.
The pillow tumbled mess of hair.
A leg escaped from tangled sheets,
Still sweet scented with desire,
Your body languid in repose,
Sated after passion’s fire.
I love to gaze upon you thus,
Feel my heart swell with loving ache,
Then nestle close against your skin,
And hold you safe until we wake.