Wednesday, December 22, 2010

snowy slumber.

there are different ways
to lay
to discover ultimate comfort.
it varies,
depending on what surrounds a body.
objects.
heat. or lack thereof.
sound.

in times when i can be most liberal
with my sleeping stance
i am most restless.
this wide-open stature
keeps me conscious.
vividly dreaming.
constantly moving.

to be enclosed
in your embrace
brings on the deepest
of deep slumbers.
the most
purposeful repose.
feeling your heart
beat upon me,
syncing up with mine
taking in
and releasing
the same air. parts.

our skins almost
warping together.
the tiny hairs
of our arms
inter-weaving.
this is the rest,
the sleep
i would happily sink into
infinitely.