I want you still

I want you still;
breathing deeply, asleep
by a fire with cold hot chocolate nearby,
knocked over
and you,
all wore out
feelings tender and warm
inside, while a particular smile
I never get to see when you're awake
- keeps dreaming its way
across your sleeping face
and I wait

your arm crooked
across the slim space between you, and me -
your hand - lightly splayed across my face
as if it were my hand, and as if
my smile were there to say "oh my, me!"
- one eye peeping through fingers
like a 1960s black and white publicity shot
of a Jewish comedian,
yes

my mind wanders,
but my eyes stay home.
And I look and I breathe in
and I breathe out and I look on (partly
through your fingers) at your face,
and I wait.

For one of two things:

either

for me to fall asleep,
my eyes never marking the moment
when the dream technically begins, or

for you to wake up.