you’re sleeping in my bed
warm under a pile of blankets
too far to reach from where
i am laying on the couch
wishing there were room
enough on the small mattress
for both of us
and restless sleeper that i am
joints protesting with every
toss and turn
but that doesn’t matter
because you’re safe and warm
so near yet so far
and what a metaphor that is
huh?
i feel the same way when
laying on your bedroom floor
waking up before you
and listening to you sleep
thinking your snore
is the most beautiful sound
i want to reach out and
touch you then, too
be the first thing you see
when you wake up
and does that make me selfish?
it very well could
but i think i’m okay with that
as long as you’re the first
thing i get to see, too
and i don’t know if i
believe in soulmates
but i believe in this moment
with your soft lips on mine
with our fingers intertwined
i believe in you and i
right here
right now