Her head lifts from the pillow to his left,
Crosses his shoulder, 
Slips past the collarbone,
And settles on the softness of his chest.
He feels her breathing, 
Rapid and shallow at first,
Then slowing and deepening
As she drifts along slumber’s shore.
Does she feel his own breath
Drifting slowly as well?
And does she, too, search for him there?