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.
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