Secret Art.

I watch you sleep in silence.

No expression on that beautiful face.

Lips that I have kissed,

eyes that I have watched,

slow as clouds at night,

beneath their lids.

Pale limbs tangled

in paler sheets.

Moonlight slants

across landscape of flesh.

Bones like sculpture

secret art.

Body.
Vessel for something wilder

contained now, insulated by sleep.

Open hands and hungry core.

Heat in a world of ice.

Wrapped in dreams.

I lay watching you.

Listening to the rhythm of your breath

keep time with

the beating of my heart.

Rapt gaze,

causing you to stir

and turning, opened arms

take me into their heat.