In the darkness of my bedroom I think of you the most.
I think about your chest pressed against my back.
I think about your arm around my waist,
stroking each curve you’ve remembered like wood grain.
I think about your voice,
its calming quiet which envelopes me in safety.
I think about your head on the pillow beside me
or how as you fall asleep holding me
you become heavier,
sinking into me as your muscles relinquish to the night.
I think about the warmth between us
and the unspoken longing.
I think about the love we’ve shared atop of these sheets
– passionate and endless.
I think about the conversations we’ve had,
how our hearts have been spilled
and then retrieved by the other
and put back together.
I think, in this darkness,
about how much my morning misses you
and how much my night adores you.