While He Sleeps
While He Sleeps
Breathing slowly deeply
beside me
I stare at the room (blue peace with white whispers)
and remember other rooms, always blue and soft
(is it ocean or sky? I never can decide)
but sleep is courting you
as I watch from the front porch
too lost in the sweetness of night
the quiet
to close my eyes
inside my head I hum a tune
with forgotten words
but a melody that causes a familiar ache
the smell of salt
a summer lost
too many rotations ago
the fan blows a breeze across my skin
making the white on the windows dance
You stir....
I try to still myself
and resist the urge to touch
Breathing slowly deeply
beside me
I stare at the room (blue peace with white whispers)
and remember other rooms, always blue and soft
(is it ocean or sky? I never can decide)
but sleep is courting you
as I watch from the front porch
too lost in the sweetness of night
the quiet
to close my eyes
inside my head I hum a tune
with forgotten words
but a melody that causes a familiar ache
the smell of salt
a summer lost
too many rotations ago
the fan blows a breeze across my skin
making the white on the windows dance
You stir....
I try to still myself
and resist the urge to touch
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