Musing

As I lay like mist swirling and feather soft I wonder what your eyes would look like above me would they be amused would they hold the light looking down into mine, into me leading the rest of you into me would they tether a place, tingling creamy pink you know the place it’s a whisper a secret spoken only when no one can hear only, and if only I wonder backward at your weariness longing to soothe aching, I detect it but will never know why or where it comes from unless I lie very still next to you, unclothed.