Holding You In Mind

You've crossed my mind many nights. Sometimes I just lay there, holding you tight in mind. Wandering your body with my hands. Filling my fingers with the skin I've dreamt so much about. The things you keep hidden. unraveled in empty sheets, blankets. Your warmth becoming the only comforter that dictates whether or not I'll have sweet dreams. What justifies the stain our breath has left on one another's. The press of your face against my neck. The marks left on each other in anticipation. Refusing to pull ourselves away. Clinging tight to the climax of being beside ourselves. Deliberately keeping each other awake in the promise of sleeping wild moments later. To watch your face scrunch up as it breaks your gasp. Bringing a halt to anticipation, The comfort of bodies becoming pillows harboring us into a deep sleep. Soft, still. My head laying on your shoulder. As we ourselves become lost in the sheets