by revbillcook

I feel the bones of your sleeping

slow rhythmic rise & fall beneath my hand.


Wind lifts the lace curtains

moonlight touches the far wall.


Silver-pink salmon leap upstream

through cold rushing water returning


I place my head on your soft belly

You draw me closer. I smell your skin


O I would melt into your dreams

and drink the sand of your sleep.


From beneath the window, sound of traffic,

the hum of the air conditioner.