It's officially one a.m.
and as my mind dances across the horizon of my thoughts
I always seem to stop at you
how you walk for the sake of movement
how your eyes sparkle when you laugh
and how you possess my every moment
with thoughts of your warm skin
and your voice
that makes my heart tango with every syllable
I could dance to your tune forever
and as I contemplate sleep
I long to feel the softness of your face
to feel your fingers run through my hair
and to watch those last gentle breaths before you drift into a quiet slumber