In the bed we share.....

   

  When I crawl into bed at night I lay there waiting....
          Till he is through brushing his teeth. 
               For so many years the habits we form,
                     The habits we share......
                           The time we wait for each other


         I lie still and quiet
              Awaiting him to lay next to me....
                    And I wait with joy and anticipation....
                        The time when all the day will fade away



     Then he is next to me
         I am already warm from our lofty down comforter
            He is cool and slides close to my body.....
                He reaches for my hand and I to his
                     Our fingers entwine....
                          Mine so small  as though I am a child.

       We lie close and our bodies warm to each other...
            It has been this way for so many years...
               My feet touching his shins.
                    I can not reach his toes with mine
                         Till his reach up to touch mine....



        Which way?  I ask....
            Will he spoon me or will I spoon him?
                 These nightly rituals we do, we ask...
                     Each way has its peace...each way
         
        Each way....
            Where I will fall ....into a blissful sleep.
                Each night where he will kiss my neck
                   My ear....my neck....
                        He will kiss me....


       I know that I am loved
          And I  love him like I can never love another.
               We fall....
                  Into our dream sleep
                      The one time that we do not know
                         Where each other is...though side by side we lay.


     Morning comes
         Once more our hands reach for each others
             To twine once again and lay....
                 Quiet....so quiet.
                       Must we break this magic time where it is 
                           Just us?


     I feel his breath on my neck
         As he turns to kiss me good morning
            Sometimes it is me who does this...but today it is him.
                Curling, in our embrace of each other
                   Where time does stand still.