you lay asleep
and i would creep through the window sill

the time is perfect
you are powerless, unaware, uncomplaining
to the seamless, silky surrender
of my touch on your skin

ice warm zephyrs
and your body mirrors the unhurried, careful tap dance
of my fingertips all over the svelte skirts of your sheets

i can only get to you
when your eyes are closed
when you mind nothing else

your eyes flicker under the lids
hold them down, keep them covered
keep them on what they've been watching
you are beamish, unaffectably deep in your dreams

stay in your slumber
for this will last until i set
until i yield to whose touch opens your eyes
whose shadow i light up