Allow me into your dreaming. Don’t want to be by myself while you

sleep. The fresh wind coming through the open window feels chilly

without you holding to my chest. Silence stops singing its sweet notes.

Simply, is not the same. But sleep, sweet love. Sleep. Rest.

I’ll be content gently kissing your eyelids. And lips. As a tender love

thief. I’ll cover you with my sweater and scarf. Massage your fine

ankles and feet. Then I’ll turn to the next page on the book before me.

Then, without making any noise, I’ll boil water for tea for later.

Rest, sweet love. The cat is happy at your feet. Life is good.

Thankfully.

EO