I see you sleep
want to lift you up, say
I will love forever
every detail of your construction
cheek that stretches as it rests against your arm
beard painted with such devotion
shoes that peek from beneath a cracked robe
those shoes are attached to feet
feet attached to a heart
and a brain
all of them asleep
nothing in you thinks or feels or cries
or sees me
despite all the nights I’ve stood here
on the other side of this window.