Nocturnal Things
June 5th, 2008
Breathe unuttered words through the night,
unspoken things less heard than felt,
like warm breath on a pillowed cheek,
hands brushing hands beneath linen,
the swelling of another’s sleep,
the silent and contented words
that rest about us in the dark,
like moonlight on a coverlet,
the singing of nocturnal things,
an arm beneath a lover’s head.
Leave a Reply