Late at night,
When darkness drifts around me,
my mind wanders and
I wonder what you think,
When you think of me
Does your heart pound, nervously,
in your chest?
When we’re falling asleep
I put my hand on your heart, or
My head on your neck, just
To feel your pulse, just
To see if it’s racing
In time with my own
Sometimes it is
and it is in those moments that
I’ll pull you into me
Around me
Covering myself with your chest
your thighs,
your sex,
I want to press against you
to feel held
to feel loved
You rest your hand on my hip
Gently, tentatively
Afraid of me
or yourself
I cannot tell
A battle rages inside of you
I can feel it in your movements
You shift away from me,
then towards me
Until it seems there is only you,
and me,
and your hand,
and my hip
Until my breathing becomes even
and I settle against you
and you ease yourself into me
As we fall,
hesitantly,
blissfully,
asleep.