you are most beautiful
when you sleep–
when the coffee-toned notes of your skin
brew a silent language.

while your lips are too tired to doubt my eyes
the dark mist of your breath trickles down my neck
I wait, staring unwaveringly.

outside there is a trail of rain,
drop by drop , this wind whispers
from the willow’s cage.

moonlight traverses the silence between us
every pause is sedimentary,

the longest distance between us tonight
is a raging river, its depth
a soft silver sea.

come : dissolve, disappear, dissociate,
a distance is only a measure,
when eyes can see.

when we submit ourselves
to absence of light :
these voices become unending images.