The hum of the television

syncs to the beat of my heart,

resonating and pulsing

through his head on my chest.

The rise and fall of his breath,

Light dancing on his sleepy lids,

blood warming more than blankets

as our bodies sink into the mattress.

Countless nights are spent

feeling instead of seeing,

hearing instead of speaking,

in between dreaming and reality.

Every day slowly melts away

to electric, fictional universes

with tangible companionship

on our journey to tomorrow.