Bare to the bone

It's a content sleep in love.
Why wouldn't it be?
Dreams of clouds, kisses and rains.
Of the happy smile on your face.
Of gentlest hands and even gentler voices.
Soaked in warmth, in tangible love.
All your little talks, littler fears,
Baring your soul, slice by tiny slice.
I hold it dear, precious as it is,
Smiling as you smile, cringing as you cringe
Hanging onto every syllable,
As it smoothens every worry, ruffle by little ruffle.
A love so blatant, it's almost crass.
So intense, there's no denying it.
I rip my heart out and lay it out bare.
Leave it beating, out in the cold with yours.
But it's warmer there than it has ever been with me.
It's a content sleep in love.
Why wouldn't it be?