Love

When we lay in bed
On that sepia Sunday afternoon,
And you swam into
A quick, restful sleep,
I felt moist bursts
Of your warm breath caress my skin,
And I burned with jealousy
At how effortlessly and ungratefully
The air chose to leave your body
And then enter again,
Not knowing that I would die
A zillion times for the same privilege.
I watched you sleep
Until I couldn't any more,
And broke your slumber with a kiss
As you interrupted my
Obsessive observation of you
With a smile that moved my mountains,
Swamped my fields,
And lit up my lamps.