Sleeping Beauty

Your leg across my hip anchors me,

Safe to soar in my dreams.

Nibbling my toes, then moving up,

Your lips smooth impressions left

On my body by wrinkled sheets.

Hands cradling slumber trapped

Behind my eyelids.

Gentle gaze entreats reciprocity,

I awaken, yet not fully free of dreams

Promising eternal bliss

In the Spirit world you now inhabit.