the moonlight gives us comfort

instead of writing about philosophy
I want to write about you
and the way it feels when your hand
traces circles on my back
in the middle of the night
right before you sleepily draw me closer
so that we become tangled in each other
in the warmth that is your bed

one arm beneath my head
while the other around my waist
never letting let me roll away
even after you've drifted back to sleep
not that I'd ever want to roll away from that embrace
that proves you only want me closer
so I breath in the smell of your skin
as you're slow and steady breathing
lulls me back to sleep

and so this is happiness
with our bodies shifting in turning in the night
but never separating in the process
with the look you give me upon waking
that says you could stay just like this
for the rest of the day
stay in this mess of sheets and pillows
arms flailed around each other
unaffected by the rest of the world
until night falls again
and we're back where we started

a never ending cycle