Long-limbed thing, you beguile me. Stretch your arms to brush my face and fall loose as leaves upon me. Warm and soft, butter sweet, a swirl of warmth at my chest. Heartbeat mumbles close and beats in time with mine, slowing to a rush of water, shell-sound in my ears. Love, is in this peacefulness. Your nose, a pressure point between my breasts, as lashes on your eyes flutter hummingbird kisses to my skin. Sleep, sweet thing, you needn’t speak. All of you is conveyed in all of me.