With finger tips
tracing out each delicious line
and each
perfect imperfection of her delicate features
as she sleeps
inhaling second hand her hopes and dreams
wishing to walk bare footed through the sands of sleep
and dive willingly
into the depths of her eyes
to drown in her tears
to drink of her sorrow and imbibe of her joy
to lay my hand
upon her gentle breast
to feel her heart and share with her its beating
sealing our love with a single kiss
and again
I return to my...
midnight vigil