Three in the morning.
Cracks in her blinds allow
orange glow from street lamps
and tendrils of frigid autumn air
to seep through,
tug me back into consciousness.
Shivering, pressing my body
flush against hers-
hoping I don’t wake her, but trying
to pull at least some
of the blankets my way –
she rolls over suddenly and I lie
afraid that she is awake
and I’ve ruined it.
Her limbs languidly readjusting covers,
she rests her arm over my torso,
places a tired, dry kiss on my cheek.
Good. I just wanted-
-to make sure.
I nod again, smiling in the darkness.
Because I love you.