I'm Already There
We'll float in dusty shadows
of your memories
as you rock me softly
in the bow of your reclining arm.
The hollow of your shoulder will cradle
my inclining head, while our exploring
fingers gently brail affection
we are ever fearful to decry.
My leg curved angled at the knee
will drift somewhere toward your belt,
and I will whisper blissful
with your drumbeat in my ear,
where we will softly pass the tender ache
of night, and I'll be there -
in almost gladness of never having
had to leave complete, your broken heart.