peace blankets

he runs his fingers 
gently against 
my scalp,
listening to me share 
my day, 
my heart,
re occurring fears,
[no matter if they have 
any rational 
merit or not, 
they usually 
don't.]
he quiets me with his 
soft slow breaths, 
the smell of 
earth, 
mountain 
and water 
beside me. 
we fall asleep 
his fingers and legs
interwoven with 
mine
like two hands 
folded in 
prayer

-most nights