Where Love Sleeps

This is where

love sleeps.

It is warm

and smells

like fresh 

linen.

Cold sheets

hold

my hot skin

as we touch

and we grab

each others 

hands. 

Its a dance

that we dance

we twist 

and move.

Slow 

and than

at a faster 

pace. 

This is our dance

and when we

move

it is calming.

There is no need 

to remember

the steps. 

They come.

They happen.

All I hear is 

our breath.

This is where 

love sleeps 

my love.