on comfort

Last night I curled in my skin
Around you
And felt the long miles of memory
Stretched out behind us,
The bright ribboned highway of our passionate youth. 

Your breath was soft,
Dressed like the universe,
And splendored into a thousand stars,
The galaxies of your dreaming in rhythm with God.  

Each fiber of flesh,
Soft in the lull of sleep,
echoed faint with the catching of our vision-- 
The quiet smooth miracle of belonging.

--Teri.