I am lulled to silence by darkness and the dulling hum of the air conditioner.
I am quieted by the space between your deep breaths while your eyes close and you relish your dreams.
I am caressed to wonder if sometimes, even for a moment, you dream of me.
I am lulled to stillness by the warmth of your body pressed against mine,
And I am ached to remember the imprint of your body in my sheets.