Goodnight
I remember times I'd watch you sleep.
My own rest I'd skip
Impressed by your lips-parted just enough to take a breath or a sip
Of Life. "Is this my
Wife?" I'd wonder.
As I caressed the side of your face w/ my index finger.
Yeah, I admit, I pinched your cute little nose and
Played with the other features of your face.
Carefully brushed your eyebrows back into place.
Wanted to play with your hair but, as usual it was tightly wrapped under a
Mickey Mouse bandana. It's cool, I know I'm always in your hair.
Anyway.
There are times I'd watch your chest
Not cuz all males are fascinated by breasts
But I'd just reflect on how precious you are
And how lost I'd be if these lungs ever failed to receive air.
I remember when you told me that a woman's body just naturally gives
off heat-which is part of the reason I was always so close by.
I won't lie, I was always looking at the way your nightshirt ends just in
the middle of your thigh.
But then, again,
I know you get cold so I'd pull the cover just below your chin
And spend, a few more moments in time admiring my dime piece
I find peace in between these sheets
where we meet
very night at the same time
for one reason
We can call it sleep.
But it's really an exhibit. Exquisite
Your beauty on display.
I know I hug, kiss and complement you throughout the day
But your essence is amplified under this nocturnal light.
I already know that you drool
I see the spots where your pillow's wet
When you sleep on your side I notice the way your shapes and curves
make up your silhouette.
But now is not the time to be lustful,
Or even concerned with flesh,
Your soul is at peace
Your mind is at ease. I
guess, I should get some rest.
Goodnight.
from July, 2001 issue