with your hand tucked firmly around my breast the sensation drifts. so familiar this sense. the stitch of your breath against the base of my neck. to shallow you to sleep. i can't see you, but i know you're there. could count every spot. every last toe and eye lash as my eyes blink the time and time away between beats of you next to me in the dark against the white cotton sham. not this night. not tomorrow. not with your familiar hand in my ribs or your hot breath in my hair. until i get lost between the then and now. and all my minds spills to blur. wrecks the dull dark of our room. nights. struggling for sleep.