rich with belief

Finding self
Between folds of promises
I reach for you
Between cotton and morning
Wrapped in mystery

I'm not sure how I got here

The final exhale
Of night
Traces my skin
And I am awakened
By the dream
That slips
Onto paper
Before vanishing in the light

I remember

Stretching
To fit
Beside you
Within you
Even though
I didn't have to

This morning
Is rich with belief