in my silence
my mind is consumed with
visions of your skin
graced by the night
as my hands look
upon each pore
wrapped in the warmth
of our colliding flesh
beneath numerous layers
i seem to steal the covers from you
in an attempt to pull you closer
sleep
absence of consiousness
leaves my face in hope
of being awakened 
by the touch 
of your breath
of your fingertips