In the quiet of the night
I draw poetry in my mind
Your breath
draws another stanza
from the corner of the room
a blank white page
fills the spaces between you and I
and the picture window
the Seattle skyline
above your head
is like a glowing outline
like us
as much asleep as it is alive
your murmurs sketching a frame
around the soft edges of our bed
as I press further into glass
outside looking in…
the silhouettes
of our once making love
etched into the walls
over the echos of our moans
creating haikus
and lines I can trace
over your sleeping body
and the Sound
we hold captive
in the picture window.
