"Sleep Tight"

I am cold. Freezing, maybe..
I can feel the tiny hairs on my arms
as they stand at attention.
Suddenly my concentration shifts -
I listen to your steady heartbeat
as I lay my head
on your chest.
My head moves slowly with
each deep breath you take.
I lay watching you.
I am exhausted, but determined
to cherish
this vehement moment.
Your eyes are closed as you sleep.
I know I don’t deserve you.
My hand finds your beautiful face,
I can’t help but touch you.
I hold you and
you don’t even know it.
I realize how much it means to me
that you are comfortable enough
to sleep in front of me.
I know I don’t deserve you.
Silently, I take your hand
and to my surprise you squeeze it –
you know I’m awake.
You wake up just enough to brush the hair
away from my face
and tell me how much I mean to you.
I know I don’t deserve you.
You gently roll me over and
tangle your legs with mine.
Our arms entwine and you lay your head
on my shoulder.
I know I don’t deserve you.
As you fall back asleep,
a single tear
slips silently down my cheek.
Relinquished is the worry,
No longer am I afraid.
I surrender myself to the passion–
the moment you didn’t even know we shared.
Safety and comfort become me
as I lay wrapped up
in your familiar arms.
I love you more than I thought –
more than I was willing to admit.
And still I know I don’t deserve you.
The warmth of your body
soon overrides the chill in the air -
and as I fall into a comforting sleep
I realize
I do deserve you. I do.