Her body sleeps beside me The gentle nape of her neck The graceful turn of her ear The beauty of her eye lids.
Her body sleeps beside me Moon-lit Ansel Adams landscapes Gently rolling hills and valleys Covered with comforters.
Her body sleeps beside me And as she lightly breathes Her perfume breath fills my lungs And invites me to leave my body also.
As I hold her naked form in mine The cold stays away for one more night And my heart fills with the deepest of content We no longer dream of what might have been.