under the sheets
his hand finds mine
the smell
of detergent and dreams
the spot
where his wings should be
slender fingers
play with her hair
follow
your heart| Sunlight
intrudes under the sheets his hand finds mine |
Sunshine on my
face the smell of detergent and dreams |
| bony broad
shoulders the spot where his wings should be |
|
| Instead of long
stem roses slender fingers play with her hair |
follow
your heart |