Between Awareness

Hands find me in the darkness

The fog of my sleep lifts, ever so slightly

Slightly upwards is the direction the corners of my mouth begin to travel

Here I am safe

Your breath fills the crook between my neck and my pillow

Soft and sweet, like the whisper of the wind through the trees

You always seem to know when I am awake enough for conversation

And when there are no words that could better fill this space

Than the silent and intimate verve satisfying this room

And the dreams that will begin to weave between our fingers as we drift again