The Dream in the Yawn
I peel back reality
The lone bed in the cold room
And while I yawn now
While the ink of the night dries
It is to your arms I go
To the pillow of your hair
Fanned out in the white light
That the half-moon throws
Across the tapestry that my love weaved
To cover you as you dream
I stretch my heart out
Beside you to float
In the apple scent of your sleeping breath
I take hold of the oars of my joy
Push off from the shore of our lovers’ bed
To glide on the soft waves you send
My soul at peace my boat
On the lake of my dreamed delight
That never ends
November 24, 1995 | For Sue
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