Reaching out, my hand brushes yours
where nothing but cool sheets were yesterday.

Today your breath breaks the silence of my bed
and you lie there as if you always had,
comfortable and innocent with love

If this is, as it seems, a dream,
still I will keep the warmth of you
in my chest, my arms, through winter--

And if you lie beside me when you and I both wake,
I will return it to you threefold.