What can't be known to you or me
sleeping faces turned at night
eyes closed, bodies left and right
It matters - you sleep away from me.
Moonlight weeps through blinds. I see
shadows meeting the moon, its height
sky inside- dark clouds, winds, soft light.
You breathe, blankets wrapped, tight.
I have my pillows, one hard, one soft,
your hand on my thigh-
you place behind you. You can know only
that I am still
not the silent tears, before sleep
takes the moonbeams, and more
In my sleep-time images, someone is snoring,
the pitch is high,
My dream companions plot and scheme to stop it,
but be-what-will
I wake. It is You snoring, your face turned to mine,
mine to yours like before.
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