Lying on top of you
my chest pressing against yours
I float in your breath and listen to you sleep. 

One of your hands lost in 

and tangled up in 

my overflowing hair. 

Your other hand tangled up with mine

our fingers laced up quietly together

and resting on my tattooed hip. 

I lay my head down and feel the rhythm of your heart beating against my throat

and I hear your breathing 

warm and noisy over my ear.

I remain still and silent 

inhaling the smell of you

exhaling carefully 

and I cannot sleep

not because of the noise

and not because of our body heat

but because I don't want to miss the moment ...

the prayer ...

of gratitude

for you.