Date is an Evening in May

Eyelids sag, fingers
let loose, bones
repose, pulse slows,
toes relish the warmth
of cashmere bedcovers.

You give in.
The night dictates
that at the end of the day
your body should
quit fighting.

I watch you stroll into a dream.

Eyes dart
back and forth,

ribcage allows a couple
of heartbeats to
lub-dub
lub-dub
loud enough for my palm
to feel.

I kiss the cold sweat on
your neck, and join you in
your peace.