Cradled by pillow-top I sink
into the realm just this side of slumber.
In those last indistinguishable moments I recognize
the weight of his arm at my waist,
our hands clasped to my breast.
And the way his thigh rests between mine
I know that I am home.
I measure his breaths; by the brush
of his chest against my back;
until I know he is just as close to succumbing as I.
My unresisting mind goes under to the whisper-soft
exhalations in my ear.
And in my dreams my lover and I meet.