You talk in your sleep.
The words are different
they flow easy, touch softly
The slow rise and fall of your chest
your breath, your words
I know them now
But they don't belong to me.
I learn the twitches of your lips,
the smoothness of your face,
the absence of your mind.
You murmur in your sleep.
The phrases are different
they collide swiftly, blur gently
The heavy lift and fall of your chest
your moves, your sounds
I know them now
But you've never shown them to me.
I learn the trembles of your lips,
the wrinkles of your face,
the presence of your thoughts.
Am I to wake you up, give you grounding, teach you consciousness?
No.
I'll give you one more minute of peace
One more minute of dream
One more minute of sleep
For you are fast asleep,
Sound asleep,
Asleep.
