Chilanga Sprinkles

Cocooned in the sheets of our lovemaking, as if enveloped by you once more, I breathe the slow breaths of sleep, inhaling the medley of our sloughed off cells. The sounds of our life drifts into the bedroom.  A closing door. The sound of your coffee cup filling. The clunky spinning of the toilet paper roll. A dog scratching at the back door. I am content.