I creep into bed and curl beside him under a blanket of flowers. The room is cold but the nook on his back is warm against my face. I reach for his hand in an embrace and weave our fingers together.


While he is sleeping
I saunter into his dreams.
I am his husband.


I press my belly on the small of his back and tighten my arm around his torso. I try to match his every breath.


When night falls at sea
The horizon disappears.
Sea and sky are one.


He stirs. I let go of his hand and turn my back against him. The light slowly creeps through the window.


When the sun rises
The horizon reappears.
You and I are gone.