You are fast asleep in my arms
And I am pinned under your weight
And there is an itch on my nose I can’t reach
But I don’t mind

As I lie there I contemplate
The perfect whorl of your ear
The freckles like constellations
Scattered across your shoulders

Later when you awaken you will regather yourself
And smile sheepishly as you don the armor
(Both physical and mental)
Of your clothes

But for now you are fast asleep in my arms
No longer anonymous
No longer unreachable
But known.