You made your presence known
with a grandiose, graceful flop
across my stomach
before turning off the lights
and lying lengthwise on your bed,
half-drunk and dog-tired.
We saw the sun come up, you and I.
I burrowed down among your
blankets- blue, and so soft,
Snuggling into your covers-
the ones that touch your skin at night-
and I thought
this is bliss.
but then

your arm went around me,

and you pulled my body close to yours,
as you slept, 
and the weight of the night 
drifted slowly away.