I will admit
My major flaw
Is that
I often watch you sleep.
Not because I need
Such near and open
Sights of beauty
But for the breaths
You take.
Slow. Heavy.
Hushed
just at the end.
For what I imagine them to mean.
So close to my face and neck.
In my back.
In this bed instead of another.
Your arm the only one to make my waist seem
Small when wrapped around it.
You never one to say
I love you.
Me too
Untrusting of my heart to admit
I feel
It I think with each rising
of your chest.
Each fall your response
to a million questions
My answer always different
always yes
to the silent changes in a face gone peaceful
i wonder
what would you say to me
wonder
does my slumber holds you captive
if ever i do sleep
I confess
the greater flaw
than beholding you
is praying
that you are sometimes captivated by me.
this makes me think of this ...
ok ... maybe the words and uhhh... not so much the black history images. whatevs.

1 comments:
This is soo beautiful!
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