Sleep

Sleep comes fast once I hear your breathing slow
Feel the puffs of breath on my neck grow more sparse
I shift to seek greater comfort,
And you murmur and affirm the fact that I'm there.
No one ever does this anymore
We always have our ulterior motives,
Sometimes hidden, sometimes blatant
Sensation is an ability sometimes overlooked.
The ability to sense changes in temperature,
And the smell of warmth and sleep.
The last things you see before dozing off each night.
There is the feeling that comes from having someone asleep and content in my arms.
Thoughts pass like clouds in the sky.
Bits of songs, replays of events, and random musings on the world around me.
Then I am overwhelmed by the mantle of slumber and feel my descent into the realms of dream and imagination.
My dreams and thoughts are hopelessly intertwined, intermingling, and they become one.
Then I forget as you sigh and pull me tighter, and I sleep.