As the world ends, your little feet greet me twitching.
They curl and unfurl like kite strings and piglets.
So soft... where the pads fall... but so sharp
where the nails grip
for dear life.... And -
I just lay there and let you.
I take what your dreams flinch
against my skin
and bear the wait for your awakening
so that we may make
love again.

I watch.

I watch you whimper in deep gone...
As You break waves
against me, As I imagine I -
Must do
when your eyes
cannot close
and the night ticks cumbersome...
and shallow -

the promise of somnolence
after a long day's toil
Long gone...

Anxiety for Breakfast

Or my helplessness
For Love.

But Our Song.