I Love Waking Up Next To You
Where there was once an open space
between these sheets, now,
here you are, and here comes
morning, slow crawl back into light.
Beyond the doors and windows
there’s a waking world of solid senses,
opening eyes and dreams
all washed away like falling tide,
and here, the solid fact of you,
the drive to reach out, touch you,
and know that this is real.
I love waking up next to you.