I watch you, as you sleep, <br />the glow, a rosy hue <br />of Roman cheeks, <br />a tiny trickle, as if glued <br />onto the crease of lips <br />so red and so inviting, <br />your hands asleep <br />in what they call the warmest spot <br />of living humans, <br />I wish I could, <br />and surely would. <br />I am your guard tonight, <br />just sitting here, <br />prepared to be the death <br />of horny demons, <br />should they forget their place <br />and wander in. <br /> <br />I have now put the final cork away, <br />and opened up the kitchen clock <br />to rip the living battery <br />and put an end to it, <br />the pulse of time. <br />I shall be happy just to sit <br />here, by your side, <br />and dream about the warmth <br />of you, in all those feather downs. <br /> <br />For Angie<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-my-lovely/
