No Pablo Neruda

Essays on life, work and literature

Archive for May 12, 2009

The Confidence of Sleep

I love it when you roll your arm

A tender movement, in your sleep.

I love the way you press me to you,

Keep me to you,

Safe to keep.

I love the thought that I’m your object,

I am wanted, by your side.

I love the way you sleep on soundly,

Unaware you

Still confide.