Before Sleep

My index finger

runs the curve

of your lips.

Catching up

with the hymn

of trees,

outside the

window pane,

swaying veils.

Breath against breath,

into this make belief

madness.

Eye meeting eye,

searching for

answers given.

Skin touching skin,

covering the

spaces in between.

This is a conversation

and a travel

in trance.

We own

everything, tonight,

before sleep.