A Goodnight
You're in my bed.
Yes I am.
But why are you here?
I wanted to kiss you.
I wanted to lay my lips across yours,
Astride, but soft-sighed whispers of
Sleep stopped me
Halts me and instead
I smooth my fingers 'cross your eyelashes
Dance my thumbs above your mouth
Unwilling to break the sleep spell cast
In barred yellow light across your cheeks
Since you're already here . . .
In your room, in your bed . . .
Hold me.
You silly girl; I knew
From the opening of the room's silence when you
Soft-toed through the door
The tell-tale slide of hinges unnecessary
To warn me of your entrance and I
Woke quickly into firm half-sleep
Half-wake; wondering if I believed
The wish of you
Or if my mind is stained still by a dream
Are you comfortable?
Enough to sleep.
We're like little twins.
I hear the heart's patter
Unsteady race, sultry bossa nova
In her temples
My ear against the smooth shrine
Where shackled creation, corporeal soul
Runs river-like in reds and blues and
Vivid violets
Beneath the silk charmeuse
Of her, rough against the sheets.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
No endearments heard
Nor given
Nor needed
The soft, slow, steady rhythm
Of bodies' beat
And sleep-near sighs
Is all the endearment we need
All I need to know:
A dreamy whisper of all's-well;
Quiet affirmation of contentment.