Watching him sleep
He sleeps beside me
I watch, he catches me
Maybe once, twice or three
Possibly on the 4th time I turn over
I can’t trust my self not to stare
I smile to myself as I cuddle in tight
He reaches over and kisses me goodnight
I sleep, not well
Often
Falling asleep means I’m not aware of laying next to him
Not aware of the softness of the sheets against my skin
Turning over again I bury my nose in his back
His smell, natural, too comforting for words
He falls asleep
Trust, you wouldn’t dare cross me to disturb
(2014)
