Your skin is cool and soft and smells of you,
When I wake to the pricking of night fear.
You sleep, and are quite oblivious to,
The rocks and shoals through which I steer.
We’re on different journeys through this night,
I am awake and you sail far away,
Though your body is close and I hold it tight,
You may not stir until the birdsong day.
‘Til then I have your breath to listen to,
Can inhale your sweet and precious scent,
And warmed by being so close to you,
May sleep again, with all my terrors spent.
We float on this raft together, we touch,
And on this long voyage take turns on watch.
© 2010 James Nash