scenes unseen

Tossing in the night, rumpled sheets
display the struggle with sleep;
the short breaths and exhales, so deeply connected
to scenes unseen by me. Watching you
and the temptation is too much
I relent to a gentle touch of skin, and in sleep
your soft lips curl into a momentary grin, and again
invite soft kisses on softer nape, and breath exposes
my whispers absorbed into your inner play.

Among  pillow peaks, strands of hair
my eyes find bare shoulder,
and you turn to me arms circling
my neck, closed eyes and barely there,
and yet so keenly aware of this moment;
the best dreams are those  you find
after waking...