Your hand brushes my locks gliding to the nape of my neck, My lips frail breath a sigh of relief. Your ears are my audience. Your eyes my reassurance. You kneed my back, my skin, my nerves wiping my barriers away. you hand me ice water replenishing my motivation inward. I exhale my weights of this world and they drop. I let go. My eyes rest. My eyes rest for you. Because of you.
How you hand me water before my headache comes. Your couch has my body engolfed before I even hit the door. Your ears are my audience. Your eyes my reassurance. You hand takes the chill away from the outside world just by the simple touch of my hair. My peace in this world is you, your skin, your body wrapped within. Your breath lays so gently on my neck telling my eyes to rest. And they do. They do for you. I slumberly sleep knowing when I awake, my coffee will be waiting next to your smiling face. I trace the outline of your body with my gratelfulness and thanks.