Tenderness (Thank You) Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

It was tender,
how we slept.
So completely simple
in the warmth of wrapping arms
that laced the night.
Time was kept, as far as I noticed,
in butterfly breath
and stolen angel footprints.

Thank you for your strong arms
holding me like I needed to be held
thank you for kissing me
and for twitching while you dream.

I smiled when you called to tell me
you had just been daydreaming,
as if to say,
it was I you were dreaming of...
it caused me to fall
for the third time that day
into the sleep
that you slept with me.
Oh yes, love you make me smile so genuinely.