Too few words

Gathering thoughts.  In need of rest.  Identity assumed, no need for pronouns.  Keeping it brief.  Taking off briefs.  Pulling up covers.  Turning out lights.  Saying good night.  Hoping for dreams.  Wishing you well.  Taking a breath, in through the nose.  Lungs filling up.  Listen to heart.  Breathe out through the mouth.  Repeat.  Closing the eyes one by one, drawing the blinds.  Leave it behind.  Here we are, now.  Outside of time.

A poem about more than vision.

Slowly shaking her head, Mouthing words, She warned me away; But I saw you Waiting at the window Undraped And your tattoo, A heart beating.

We lie by a stream
Flooding its banks
In the night.
Siamese cats
Swim through the foam
And tell us:
Water is more real
When it is unseen,
Don't be afraid
To trust what you feel.
Truth is invisible,
So, too, is love.