if perfection had a name

The silence of the night overtakes me. No sound. Just darkness. Thick. Veiling bedroom from the noises of the night. And you lying beside me. Drawing quiet breaths in concord with my pulse. Life force stretched out upon Egyptian Cotton. At peace with the turmoil of the day and of the nights past.

I reach out my hand to touch your flesh and watch silently as the goosebumps spread across your skin. If perfection had a name? It would be you my love.

It would be you resting safely at my side. No bending wills or heavy cement walls to separate me and you from our pasts. Just you and me in the silence. Veiled by the darkness of the night. Locked Away from the world. Forever.