Since noon

You've been in my arms,
Or lain on my chest,
Since noon.
Perhaps half past, at best.

Your beating heart,
The deeper breathing,
Higher temperature,
Driven by virus seething.

I have often longed for quieter days
Where I can sit and rest,
But they are not worth your illness,
To that I can attest.

The happiest of dreams, my love.
Let them fight how you were feeling.
I see smiles now stirring here and there,
So may rest be your quick healing,