Perfect.

Warm sun seeping though the window
Creases in the bedsheets
and the soft sound of breathing.
You sleepily reach for me
and we lie
skin on skin
arising from dreams.


Steaming tea
and the sound of sizzling
and I'm always in my slippers
and it's fun to always eat the same thing
because it becomes something 
we just do.


Under covers
touching me
I just want to be as 
close as we can be
with you looking down at me
and our bodies pressed together
and I feel perfect.