Looking at you, resting on my shoulder at the

light of the candlelight on the small night table.

Breathing slowly and gently. As a dove in my hands.

I’m a little god holding the light of my life looking at your eyes.

Closed for now, behind your sweet eyelids. Presto to be tomorrow

all open as the doors to Heaven right before my own eyes.

Sweet love. Rest assured not even the sound of the cockroach

will disturb your sleep. Only the sound of the cricket my brother and

the owl’s hooting calling your sweet name. Sleep, sweet love.

I won’t move myself an inch my arm from you. Lest you awake.

Sleep. Sleep. I will blow off the candle with a strong puff.

Sleep, sweet love.

EO