When the night is on its way to morning

Sometimes, when the night
is well on its way to morning,
I lie awake beside you. The
sheets are hot and twisted
beneath me, but you, soundly
asleep and softly snoring, know
none of this. I want to reach out
and brush your hand, the one that
rests so close to my knee—not to wake you—
but just to feel you; to borrow
your dreams. I turn, and shift the
pillows as silently as I can,
and though I’m careful not to
touch you, my rustling disturbs
you just enough, and you whisper
from your sleep, “I love you.”

The words fall like a blessing.

©️stephanie pepper, 2019

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