my sweet love, you’ve been snoring for an hour

I finished my book to the sound of you breathing and your warmth on my hip.

I left the lamp on to read and occasionally caught a glimpse of the glint from your eyebrow,
the sleepy motion of your fingers across your face.

I wanted to wake you, to tell you how happy I am
but the mild glow of your skin was such a powerful reminder of the softness of my joy
that rousing you seemed silly when I could just curl up beside you
put my clumsy palms on your shoulders
and like twin suns on the horizon
watch our chests rise in time.