Watching You Sleep

Your light is out. No reading tonight.
I am distracted... and fumble the
same sentence three times.
With the book now closed,
resting on my chest...
the place being kept by
my index finger... I'm
watching you sleep.

There, alone in your monogrammed dream,
I see you traversing
Carrollesque landscapes.
Am I the object of your search...
or are you running from me?
Outside, the night is cold...
but I am warm here...
watching you sleep.

The room now darkened, I'm in overtime.
I rehash the days's scenes,
unable to try other takes.
You gently stir... and instinctively
your hand finds mine, and I know...
there can be nothing else
I would rather be doing... than
watching you sleep.