The Sleeper (a poem)

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poetry

You are settled at last.

I watch your chest
Rise and fall. Each breath
An ordinary miracle.

On your forehead
The hills and shadows of
Worry and age
Smooth their contours.

Your eyelids flitter as
You observe unconscious realms;
Susurrating, lips prickling
With dream language
Sounding nonsense
To the eavesdropper.

You shift on the sheets.
Fine curling arm hairs
Prickle
When your coolness briefly
Brushes my radiation.

Your fingers seek mine
Twining like roots
Solid and anchoring.

I share the comfort.