While You Sleep
WHILE YOU SLEEP
while you sleep
my fingertips
ache and throb on
the keyboard of
my vacant mind
you are my night
that arrives in
one gigantic
step over the
polite lines where
we cast our skins
and slide into
another life
you are my tears
that mollify
burnt moon spheres
upside down hearts
of dripping wax
warnings and fears
you I touch with
feathered intent
over shoulder
blades of tension
easing your pain
tracing a finger
into the dark
corners of your
abstract mind
empty spaces
away from your
embrace
I echo words
onto vacant
pages of your
beautiful mind
© Kim van Breda—11 January 2016
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2016
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