vignettes&vendettas

poetry and poets

Sunday, April 03, 2005

breakfast in bed

Samuel Akiva Pui-Ying Huang Skeist

i found sanctuary
in her air
the type of sleepless sleep
where a lover’s half drowsy murmurs
become your systole
i held her
crumbled
fell through her
fell from myself
i watch her dress
she glows
effortless
go back to sleep
i’ll be back with breakfast