May I hold you softly?
As you sink closer into me,
Fingers waltz slowly across my empty back,
As I glide through your silk-woven hair.
We speak sweetly,
Our voices cushioned on clouds
So only we can hear.

Sleep washes over, as you give way
Like the gray skies to the falling rain.
Your steady breath a fading play's music, as the curtains draw on its Friday show
It is only 7:30
I close my eyes
and listen,
As I fall gently into your dreams.