Comments about Kat Rowley
As He Lies
There is a slight weeze in the way
he breaths. One leg hooked over
the edge of my bed, leg of his pants
hitched up to his knee. He is unwakable
as he lies next to me.
One arm thrown hastily above his head
to rest his ear on. His face found
his fist, wrapped around my favorite
blanket, his spread eagle leaves little
room for him next to me.
I run my hand across his bare back
where his shirt is hitched up. Above
his Joe Boxers, along his glorious
sides. He shifts his arm and I twitch
then lean down to kiss behind his ear
as he dreams on next ...