Saturday, December 3, 2011

Poem for Today


Pulse of breathing,
Pushing your chest against my back,
Bumping me, 
Like the slow thud of the bedside clock.

A million dreams tumble in you,
Swirling under your tresses,
Splayed over the pillows and my neck.

A sigh comes with a flicker of your limbs,
You seem content,
Untouched, enthralled, but at peace.

Alive and not,
Your breath warms my neck.
I only want to make your waking days,
As beautiful as your sleep.

November 2011

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