He dreams
Left hand spanning my rib cage
gripping, releasing
Fingers twitching, tickling
I could wake him
but he is safe
I allow his sleep state to venture
If the waters get too rough
I’ll gently kiss him back to me
A precious moment
when a love falls asleep first
Window cracked
cool breeze caressing exposed skin
A busy street in the distance
We are safe
in a sea of white
as I drift off
too meet him in a dream
-Breelyn