I love the subtle dance that you do,
when you fall asleep lying next to me.
The way your body moves in waves,
like a slow sighing rolling comber,
the soft escape of your nocturnal mumbles,
the tightening and slackening of your grip over my body,
the gentle tug of sheets when it starts getting colder,
and your protestations when my hands get bolder
I love the subtle dance that keeps me awake
and I love the love that bubbles through me.