With my head
In the nook of your arm
Somehow
And nose squashed
Against your chest
I feel you laugh softly
As my sleepy breath
Tickles your skin
And I purse my lips
To ensure
My mouth’s closed
In my sleep.
You smile,
Looking straight
Into my now-opened eyes
On yet another morning.
Graying hair and imperfect bodies
Have never felt more beautiful.