Sunday, October 5, 2008

Whilst You Were Dreaming

arriving home I tip-toe to your room
the light's out, no sound just black
I twist the handle trying to be quiet
and push the door slightly open a crack

I turn on the light to watch you sleep
listening to your breathing; heavy
my intoxicated instinct is weakened
and I climb into the bed with you

lifting carefully, gently the covers off
you don't stir but you turn to face me
your arm drapes unconsciously, slowly across
and you moan softly deep in sleep

I study your eyes closed, lips pursed
I lie for what seems an hour or two
and sigh at the beauty of you dreaming
before falling asleep beside you

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