Hearth

Do you ever wonder

how the nights would feel

sleeping next to you?

 

How I could hold you

in between my arms,

your head resting

on the meat of my limbs

and we could sleep comfortably

in the safety of each other's presence

and we wouldn't have to worry about

the stories untold,

the feelings unshared,

the moments unspent,

or spent apart,

because we have all the time

all the time we need

 

We could have them

underneath the sheets

as we let sleep catch up to us,

voices gradually softening

in the dark of the night,

undaunting,

with the guarantee of company

with and without the comfort of

hand against hand,

limb against another,

just subtle reminders -

I am here.

We are here.

And we can truly say

things are okay

 

Or we could have them in

the dead of the night,

one of us waking or kept up

by an array of horrible thoughts,

and it isn't the answer,

it isn't the cure,

but having the other beside you,

their gentle breathing, rhythmic

alleviates some of the worry;

 

We could

curl up against each other,

go for half-asleep cuddles

that could end with two waking hearts

or two gentle, rhythmic breathing

and the assurance

that we could talk about it

when the sun has risen,

when one of the suns has risen,

or on another wakeful sleepy night

under other suns

of other worlds

 

Have you ever wondered

what comfort it would bring

to want to sleep at night

despite the endless possibilities

because we could clear one tomorrow

as we open our eyes

to greet each other

good morning?

 

Good morning. :)