While you sleep

My words are drawn to you
         helplessly hopelessly
drawn to you :
         my words form clusters
around you as you lie there
         sleeping perhaps dreaming

My words want to be
         with your fine hair spread
upon the pillow
         my words want to cling
to your soft pouting lips
         close to the sibilance
of your breath

My words want to rise and fall
         along with your breasts
to stretch the length
         of your legs
to curl around you
         hug you to their heart
and rest alongside you
         until you wake

John Lyons