Veil

Through the slightly parted shutters
seeps just enough light

to gently wake the surface
of your face.

The light plays with my senses,
I play with its textures.

I half close my eyes
to make you a silhouette,

I close one eye completely
to make you a profile.

Matt skin tanned
taught against your bones.

Relaxed lips
could be a smile.

Closed eyes,
lashes touching lashes.

Eyebrows like
dark arches.

Your forehead.
Your head of hair.

I lie awake
outside your dreaming.

Beneath the white sheet
you are a warm statue.