I watch you sleeping: still
Slumber of the dead.
No rise of torso’s cavern,
No wave of nostril’s curtain.
You turn in the bed
In answer to my will —
We both can breathe again.
I watch you sleeping: still
Slumber of the dead.
No rise of torso’s cavern,
No wave of nostril’s curtain.
You turn in the bed
In answer to my will —
We both can breathe again.
