I want to know
the thoughts that linger in his mind
when night closes in.
Do they render him sleepless,
his mind a hive
of activity,
plans and conjecture,
a body fitful with want;
or is he able to pull them
about him,
like a blanket,
feeling every soft pass
against his skin,
an inaudible sigh within
pleasure pulling him deep into dreams.
I want to know
the thoughts that linger in his mind
when night closes in,
I want to know
if they are of me.
:
Copyright © SirenSong1208
All rights reserved
Photograph taken by SirenSong1208