It is 2 AM
and I am struck anew by the softness of you.
I find myself missing in the day, too many times to count
in the hummingbird beats of eyelashes I lose myself
again and again
in the hum around me
but the puff of your breath on my shoulder
and the tenacious curve of your hands on my hips
remind me of all the ways that even though I may wander
you will never let me be lost.