In the quiet of…

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.

 

 

 

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