You snuggletightlyinto the nookof my neck,your stomachwarming the barenessof my back,your hands wrappedlike Xmas ribbons to my waist.Then your breathslowly warms meas I hear your sleeptake overthe blueprint of usin my earand your nose buriesinto patches of hair.I don’t want to partfrom thiseverso I stop fightingthe need to unfold into the worldmimicking the rhythms of youand meand the silenceof the room.I go back to the draftand sketchesof our master plan.