Breathe

A hand lain on your silken skin,
for all I need is to be close –
to drink your scent down deep within
and know that I'm the one you chose.
To touch the heat that fills your veins
and watch you in your peaceful sleep,
to hope that I might have some claim
on those sweet thoughts of which you dream.
This much, alone, enough for me:
to know you're close, and feel you breathe.