As always she sleeps curled up with breathing
as soft as butterfly
I sleep face up thinking if I could love enough;
the air conditioner teases with her perfume..
 
She sleeps bare, her symmetry astonishing
haunts my dreams and finds us always at dawn
clasped like survivors of a boat mishap
breathless, speechless..  
 
She takes my days and nights
and turns them to flower gardens
and plucks off wild doubts and fears,
but I knew long time ago
that nights and days are bracelets of love.