Sometimes thoughts awaken me
trembles making much of nothing.
Imagination can sometimes create
whole scenarios that are not real
yet seem, in moments dark
like possibilities.
I reach for your hand
in the darkness
and finding it
am reminded
that I am not alone.
My heart relaxes with awe
for even asleep
you comfort me,
my squeeze returned
like kisses in the deep of dark.
This is why I often wake you
to make love,
for my body craves you.
Even in sleep
you are that which makes me tremble
that which makes me quiver
that which makes me need to touch
and long
with singular focus
to return that message
to eyes awakened
in surprise turned to passion.
