I love to watch you sleep -
a stray tendril trailing across the
nape of your neck
drawing the curve of a petal

night weighs upon your brow
descending darkness more perfect than an
angel of light;
clothes you in naked vulnerability
somewhere farther, liquid light, liquid luck

rich saxophone notes of yearning quiver
drop into a soul
tugging against a dreamless sleep

each hour of your existence
measured against infinity

I want you to


watch for a fleeting shadow
drown yourself in a thirst
wanting more than just enough

I am watching you sleep.
revealed Jeffrey Fritz when the clock struck 7:25:00 PM