Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Your Sleep

Love poems tempt me to say
what I'd like to believe.
Night breathes on the window:
I can hear your body
so lonely it is singing.
I begin to write.

William Matthews


Jane said...

Ahhh. What a great poem. Thanks for sharing it. Are you a poet yourself, like Dan?

Parker said...

Sadly, I am not a poetess. I hear you are though. I like to think that I'm the muse around here. I need to put poems up more often. Dan reads them to me all the time. He's cool like that.