It doesn't matter if I come over late at night

Because I love the night
And when it's late
The planes stop running,
So as we lay in bed
When you fall asleep first
(Signaled by the cutest twitches),
Your body molded to mine,
Keeping me warm,
Window cracked for fresh air:
My mind goes quiet and
The only sounds are
The soft, rhythmical breaths
At the nape of my neck
And relaxing lull of the ocean
To put me to sleep and
Deliver a morning where
I still feel at rest.