Through long
French-windows, the glow of a suburb, humming in the night,
Silhouettes you
right next to me
You're asleep, away
in your dreams.
Blue rivers under
your skin shine bright, brim with your life blood
Heaving up and down
a bulb near your wrist, over your forehead
I wonder what
secrets they hold.
The morning, our
time for pretenses, marriage
This night, my watchful eye cares -
for you, your
dreams, your breath, your sweat
Silhouetted against
the glow of a suburb that gently hums.
