Are you afraid of having dreams?He asks me with concern,As the flashlight from my notebookGlides sweetly across his cheeks.
My sleep has vanished altogether,I listen closely to my breath,Drunken thoughts cling to my hairLest midnight sleep should knock them down.
No, darling, sleep, I am not dreaming,I tell him softly, barely moving my lips,The verses toss fairy dust at me,Appearing, vanishing on the white page.
He does not open his eyes, he smiles,His mind heavy as a sack of rags,He sleeps as he embraces my waist,Letting me wander in the magic of verses.
