Sunday, September 22, 2013
Does that sound creepy?
Don't answer that.
The Sleeping Buddha
Such envy the pale segments,
Those eyelids, inspire,
Such peace, little slices
Into the dark and day, what they
Shut us away from, your dear dreams.
Would I were there in those waves,
Sweet sleeping one, how I would
Venture. Your serene lips, lids, closing
Me from your visions. Where do you fly,
Sweet baby, so late all my own?
What tugs the edges of the skin at your eyes,
Your mouth (I helped form them),
What happiness am I outside of?
All this about you is only mine
To marvel over this night.