You are still wrapped up in my blankets in a “cocoon”
sitting on my floor with your back against my closet door.
I am leaning on you
head in your lap
cushioned by several layers of my duvet and grey throw.
I feel your heartbeat against my head
gently through your band tee.
It’s rhythm isn’t quite in sync with the song playing from my Spotify
The alternative rhythm isn’t fast but it isn’t slow
I close my eyes and nudge my face closer to your chest.
You smell the way a candle named “Home” would
It’s a smell I can never describe when I am with you and can never grasp when I am not
It’s a smell I could recognize anywhere
and it’s one that slows my heart to beat in time with yours.
I don’t dare to open my eyes.
I want to always be like this
wrapped in your arms
your heart beating through your tee and feeling mine begin to synchronize