I'm Already There

We'll float in dusty shadows 

of your memories

as you rock me softly

in the bow of your reclining arm.



The hollow of your shoulder will cradle 

my inclining head, while our exploring

fingers gently brail affection

we are ever fearful to decry.



My leg curved angled at the knee

will drift somewhere toward your belt,

and I will whisper blissful

with your drumbeat in my ear,



where we will softly pass the tender ache

of night, and I'll be there -

in almost gladness of never having

had to leave complete, your broken heart.