I rest in the crossed-fixed arrows that point
in two Directions across my back.
Like the legs of my mother;
Cocooning me as I beg for rest
needed so greatly
A resurgence is welcomed
By my traveled thoughts,
Sometimes traveled through places of unrest.
Always carrying a story
When I wake in the breast
Molded, biblically like the true rib of Adam.
“Give me life!” my dreams silently scream
Unto me and you
A desertion that is only spoken with my
Hallow sighs and
The tight grasp of you as I drift into my dreams.
Unknown kisses nourish
as you watch my lashes flow and falter.
Like waves across my cheeks.
A fishing net catching my sleeping thoughts.
My partner’s milk is the only need of company.
I wake full.