How her face changes when she is sleeping. I have not seen that face before, where is she?
Where do the zillions go in the sleeping hours?
And when she comes back, her mask reset; will this face be taut beneath, waiting for the next night's darkness?
Looking At You.
Now asleep:
Are you young again?
When your body loosens out
And your eyes needn't see
me
And your face unravels
from its cares;
Is it me you'll want to
escape from?
To run back, hurdling over
the years,
To seek out your first
lover, and to nestle
In that small space of
time before doubts began.
