somnambolism
the rays of the sun heated the panes of the glass window
lighting up the blank eyes of a girl awake yet deep in sleep
her steps are timid and her gait is slow
dragging each foot as though weighed by iron balls
you may touch her smooth cheeks and notice how lovely she is
and yet she'll never hear your adulations
a smile, a blink, a nod now and then, is all you'll ever see
Calm Waters
foam washes away the sands on my feet
tickling the valley between my toes
fervently, I offer my face to the warmth
as though in pagan worship to the sun god
gently the water caresses the shells and colored rocks
as if in comfort for raising them up from the sea
so many sounds I hear, inviting me for a cleansing
the sea calls for my return
she
melons and strawberries
she smells like ripe
fresh picked strawberries.
In the morning,
She feels like soft,
comfortable quilt.the type
you enjoy burrowing your
face into when you refuse
to awaken to
the morning sun�s knock.
She smells like home.