Art by: Tarenteljazz
His breathing is rhythmic and his pulse is the same beneath my fingertips.
Exhaustion has depleted his reserves of energy and he lies here motionless.
My eyes fall upon him, his eyes closed, dreaming of pleasant things.
He stirs unexpectedly, his hands moving slowly, as they caress my own.
One eye, then two open lazily as it tries to focus on the individual before him.
A slight smile appears, and then a bright grin spreads wide as it sees its occupant.
A tired voice speaks in the late hours of the night...
"I love you."