She lay sleeping <br />like Beauty <br />awaiting a kiss. <br /> <br />Leaning close <br />I feel the warmness <br />of her breath, <br />her eye lids <br />flutter occasionally <br />in butterfly sleep; <br />up they flick <br />and down again <br />to pause <br />and then <br />flutter again. <br /> <br />The shoulders bare <br />below spaghetti straps, <br />the neck <br />in its curvature <br />roll across <br />the shoulders where <br />it meets that rounded curve <br />atop <br />the arms peak. <br /> <br />The collar's place <br />swoops away <br />to right and left <br />before <br />floating down <br />to that space <br />above her breasts <br />where a slow breath <br />gives the topography <br />of brown rolling hills. <br /> <br />Can there be here <br />heavens' heights <br />traversing these gentle slopes; <br />up toward that crimson mouth <br />topped by haired piled <br />high <br />arrayed on the pillow-scape <br />cloud like? <br /> <br />Can it be the cheeks <br />are mountain flanks <br />kissed summer red <br />by my mouth? <br /> <br />I have no more <br />of wealth or need <br />than to lie here <br />and watch you sleep, <br />the sleep that lovers sleep <br />complete; <br /> <br />and notice how my <br />adorning eyes <br />become sugar plums <br />dancing.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sleep/
