No Pablo Neruda
Essays on life, work and literatureArchive 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.