Something Peaceful

I want to roll over the bed

and see you smiling in your sleep

like last time

when I know you are

dreaming of something beautiful

I want to kiss you on the cheeks

and rub my nose against the

grooves of your face

You wouldn’t budge

maverick to remain

engrossed in dreams

I’d run my fingers on your face

your hair, your peering collarbones

and then decide to taste

your lips

bruised and dry from

last night’s adventures.

Still tired, your eyes.

I would whisper a complaint

and groan, impatient

But I would always wake you up

But I would always kiss your lips

when I’d see you smiling

in your sleep

I know you had been dreaming

of something beautiful

something peaceful

like home, like me in your arms.

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