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.