You come in waves here,
A rush and dip of euphoria.
The sleeping curl of your body,
You’re sweet, toffee-coloured and fuzzy.
You are sandstone sculpted, spectacular.
The downy fur of your ears,
And inside, brainholes.
In one ear and out the other,
A sieve for the thoughts.
You chew and moan in your sleep,
With the deep gravely earth-hum of your voice.
Through your clean hair,
the wettened eggshell that conceals you.
The endless grey loops of Edgar Allen Poe,
Cartoon characters,
Soft hisses of romance.
Your mouth is parted in sleep,
huge chapped lips lick themselves.
Tasting only of smoothness and salt.
Your dark curls have waded
halfway up your face and are lying there,
static.
A delicate, discarded eyelash sits
on your right cheekbone.
Your eyebrows slumber like caterpillars.
Underneath, the impossible depth of your eyes sleep
And stumble like moons,
And I follow them,
And I wonder.
2006-11-08
09:22:47
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