Night

Not many have the time to be still
I thought you did, my night
I want to put you to sleep
As you curl up on your side
Listening to my voice
My sounds a soft breeze
Curving along the neck
Till you open your mouth to
Breathlessly breathe my breath

Your feet have to reach the sun
That has to come
Echoes of unsaid words
Ache in your throat
Your lungs choke
As your eyes
Crave the sight
Of a blurred me
Fingers reach out
In the air
To form circles in the mist

Far away
I lull myself into slumber
The sun is up
Staring through the window
The heat has not
Dried me
My skin is still wet
With your sweat

~FV