with sleep

your face slack with sleep
the rifts move toward each other
pulsations under the skin
your fingers are hot and gentle
move
move away
the rain will shelter you

the rain will shelter you
where I dare not go
that land of sleep and covenant
beneath the fields and woodland
turns the resting soul
who sighs and sighs again
longing for a touch

longing for a touch
I beg the night never end
for the sun burns
burns away my dreams
my dreams of
your face slack with sleep