before he's awake...

Yellow,
not quite though,
undimming slow and sure,
gentle rise and fall,
slight slope from shoulder to spine to...
your toes are warm,
tipping over some scenario behind your sleeping eyes.
Leaning over, close to smell your dreams,
warm breath,
content repetition that is my intoxication.
Sheets slip,
pillows pin me to this spot.
I know there are word for this,
If only I had them.