Misty Hold

poem, sleep, love

What do you think of when you sleep?
Your head resting on your outstretched arm.
Is the bed so soft that worries leave you?
Sleep envelops you in its misty hold.
Your body free of burdens
A smile across your face.

Such pleasure to look upon,
I picture your body swaying
As I hold your hand in mine.
Delightful tingles
And shivers course through me.
With this in mind, I kiss your cheek.