Come to bed, love. Let the world lean by
the boats of our eyes. Rest your head
in this waking space that touches my cheek.

Come to bed, love. Pull up the blanket
of our dreams and we'll chart our course
among the neon stars on the ceiling.

Come to bed, love. Let me feel the daylight
off your skin, and surf all the curves
and scars and soft pulses that make you mine.

Come to bed, love. Fill me with a lullaby
of your tenderness. Let your gentle breathing
reach my shores like the sound of waves.

Come to bed, love. Your pearl-like eyes
are the last I hold dear, these two deep
oceans that in the dark slowly disappear.

// Oct 2016