Treasure Island

Q. R. Gibson


Every Morning's Mourning.


Watch you sleep
Dream and roll over
avoid the monsters
and the light
Watch you sleep

Watch you sleep
when the noise
of fifteen
floors above you
crashes in
and wraps you deeper
in your sheets
Watch you sleep

Watch you sleep
through every squeak
and smash and ping
as I serenade you
with my awake
and my breakfast
Watch you sleep

Watch you sleep
with a half-turned
smile on your face
an exposed and naked leg
your hair escaping you
like spilling starlight
Watch you sleep

Watch you sleep
when I kiss
the tiniest sample
of skin on your cheek
and know you wake
when I'm gone
and am gone
until again you sleep

When you wake
Watch you wake
Watch you sleep

Submitted: Thursday, December 21, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, December 14, 2010

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