CONFUSED at LOVE by Red Adley

Today I awoke-confused,
On my stomach,
on my side of the bed
on my own Island?
As soon as i pushed-up,
I caught your eyes, looking at me.
Smiled, then pulled me under your arm.
I felt your eyelashes on my cheeks, twitching systematically.
What were you dreaming?

How could I deserve this love? I thought.

Even more unusual, I fell asleep, there-under your arm.
That has never happened in my Life.
I set my breathing to yours.

An hour later, I awoke-confused.
How had I picked this Angel?
Before we met, I watched him, wondering:
Who is this man? Why does he look so troubled?
I wanted to be inside his head, walk around, see the exhibits, read the back stories, leave my comments!
His profile, exquisitely chiseled, like a Nordic Warrior. The day I first saw him,
he kept his eyes closed, as if soaking-in all of Life,
like taking-in water to put out some distant fire
inside his soul.
His jaws were tight, as if holding-in All Purgatory!

You still haven't left.
How could I deserve this love? I thought.

Now I'm up, yet still confused.
You're still beside me.  I like the way your skin smells.

I notice the rise and fall of your muscled chest, your breathing soft.
I get within not even an inch of your mouth.
Like a magnet, you pop-up slightly and plant one on me with dry lips!
With my left hand I touch your brow, tracing a finger down to your nose,
make an outline of your lips, and finish with your chin.
You smile, never opening your eyes.
Do I provide a sense of comfort for you as well?
How lucky am I? I'm wide awake-confused.