Guardian

In between wake and rest,

I opened my eyes to see the silhouette of your face--

your features were illuminated by the light of the moon.

I was comforted by your familiar presence

and the quiet hum of the cars outside.

Your head calm in the lull between my shoulder and chest,

your stillness rendered me unaware of the world's spin.

I squeezed your hand lightly

before rolling to reposition myself against you,

and took a deep breath in; 

the sweetness of waking and having you there

soothed my body with honeyed relief.