I woke this morning, facing you, in the space
between your chin and chest.
You were still asleep; your body rising and
falling steadily with breath.
Your arm across my hip, your fingertips
grazed the small of my back.
Late morning light danced on my yellow walls,
brighter than usual. I studied
the stubble upon your neck and the tattoo on
your shoulder, wishing to trace the details.