Sunday Afternoon

I feel your breath on my neck, your arms about me,
the ticking of the clock, gently in the background.
The whole world has stopped, and here it is me and you,
enfolded in love, safe in the knowledge that here with each other we are secure.
No noise, no catastrophe could distract us from the simple joy of being in each other's embrace.
I smile and brush back a lock of your hair from your face while you're sleeping, your head rested on my shoulder.
This is what I was made for.