In His Sleep

She listens to

the low hum

of a hotel fan,

with her head

balanced between

the soft platform

of his chest

and the space

under his arm.

They are together but

she sneaks out of bed

to look at the

cracks of evening

glow and his resting eyes.

She tries not to disturb

his obvious and

comfortable sleep, and

as if he heard her thoughts

he stirs,

“What are you doing?”

he asks her with

remains of dreams in

his garden green eyes.

She answers with a simplistic

smile and crawls back to

the spot she shared with him,

stroking his tired skin and

thinking about how

there is even romance in

the questions he asks her.