Andre98
12-04-2005, 02:09 AM
She lays there sleeping, "girl-snoring", as she swears she doesn't do,
and I don't even mind the gusts of breath crossing my face,
because it's her, my heart.
I wonder what she's dreaming,
I'm happy that she is peacefully sleeping,
feeling safe and content enough to drift off
even as I drone on about God knows what on
many a night, thinking I had an audience.
This night,
stirring in the calm of the pre-dawn,
I watch her,
and think about her life before me,
imagined from what evidence I have,
the stories and those precious little girl and teen pictures,
and wonder if her life with me is or isn't all she had hoped it would be.
She shifts, turns away, onto her side
and some covers part to reveal some skin
to be caressed instinctively.
20 years ago, she would have jumped at being touched while sleeping
The awkward walls that took a while to fall between us
fell one by one, so sweetly.
Can't wait to remind her of one
so we can laugh about it.
Every day that we're together
I want to hear that laugh.
and I don't even mind the gusts of breath crossing my face,
because it's her, my heart.
I wonder what she's dreaming,
I'm happy that she is peacefully sleeping,
feeling safe and content enough to drift off
even as I drone on about God knows what on
many a night, thinking I had an audience.
This night,
stirring in the calm of the pre-dawn,
I watch her,
and think about her life before me,
imagined from what evidence I have,
the stories and those precious little girl and teen pictures,
and wonder if her life with me is or isn't all she had hoped it would be.
She shifts, turns away, onto her side
and some covers part to reveal some skin
to be caressed instinctively.
20 years ago, she would have jumped at being touched while sleeping
The awkward walls that took a while to fall between us
fell one by one, so sweetly.
Can't wait to remind her of one
so we can laugh about it.
Every day that we're together
I want to hear that laugh.