Waking

A Poem by Laura Judith

Late 2012 Peaceful

The light in your eyes reflected from
the moon out the window
is still as our eyes
meet.

The warmth from the
thin blanket thrown over us
can't compare to the heat from your
hand on my hip,
and your fingers gingerly cupping my chin,
and the warmth of our bodies pressed together
like two puzzle pieces fit in a perfect, snug fit.

I drape my arm over your thin frame,
and feel your muscle loosen at my fingertips, and
I smile as I press my forehead to your warm neck
and I hear you exhale in bursts,
silently laughing.

I pick my head up and pull it back, just long enough to get a glimpse
of the happiness and innocence that touches your face, before I place a light kiss
on your lips.

You abandon my hip and reach for my hand,
and a thin line of sweat beads on your brow, and
you lean in to kiss my forehead.

And we remain frozen in this moment for an immeasurable amount of time.