The nook.

A sigh carries the weight of a million emotions.

The nook, what a lovely place to be.
Nestled against the temperate tuft of your chest is where I find
the quiet contentment that lulls me to sleep.
Legs entangled,
and bodies twisted together in the jigsaw
fashion that matches my being to yours.
The nook is love; it is that place between dreams and sleep
and whispered conversation that deciphers the diction of my skin against yours.

I love that place of safety, and I crave it
after tireless weekdays and work induced stress.
I find comfort, and ease in the embrace of the nook.
It is settling. It is intoxicating. It is paradise.
It is pressed into the space between your neck and your chest -
against your collar bone and curled into your side.
With every moment of my cheek against your skin,
I fall deeper into a satiated place of absolute love and affection.

And here, I sigh, and kiss away the weight of a million emotions.