So I'll Be Sure To Stay Weary Of You Love, To Save The Pain Of Once My Flame And Twice My Burn

I slept shallow in your bed last night.
Your back to me most of the time.
Arms around me the rest.
I layed awake.
Counting the seconds between the blinks of the smoke detector on your ceiling.
It was usually ten, sometimes more, sometimes less.
Somehow the minutes turned into hours and the sun started to rise.
You rolled over, pulled me close, the length of your body matching mine.
And that made it ok.
All the seconds I spent counting forgotten.
The chilly air suddenly seeming just a little bit warmer.

If I seem gaurded now, it's because I am.
I'm still feeling this out.
Counting the seconds between lulls in our conversations.
Time lengthens between our kisses.
usually minutes, sometimes more, sometimes less.
I'm trying to figure out what this is.
If you're just in this in body or more.
It's getting harder and harder to tell.