Like The Cheshire

our limbs entwined
his breath -- warm and sweet
thrums against the hairs on the back of my neck
at in-and-out intervals
slow,
and heavy with sleep.

he pulls me closer when I try to get up
and I can hear the smile spread across his face.

this is what I thought it would be like,
and I grope the ring between pinky and thumb,
making sure that it's really there.