I Watch Him Sleep

I watch him sleep Peaceful and passive I watch like a bird of prey How his curves look like a sculpture today. Solid, unassuming, rolling, cajoling, Watch his seething sexuality. He twitches as a strand of my hair floats to his skin, Teasing the flexed follicles. All around is silent Soon the birds will sing and wake him from his slumber. He sighs deeply His thoughts engaged in another world Of which I hope I am part of if not whole I watch I listen I smell I taste I see I feel I believe I imagine his body next to me.