. . .In Her Slumbered Sleep
Her stolen wink from slumbered sleep
I smiled too quickly to see;
I noticed her butterfly sighs I’d keep.
Just ask me, see me, live with me.
Together, we shall dance on the sun
And count her kisses one by one.
Then falls the darkness curtain.
I have no strength to see her run.
Her fingertips slice through a cautious hum
A rose, a wink, a careless crime.
Touching me in lifetime’s banquet crumb.
We awake in drizzle of rain—we feel the pain.
Writer's summary – when facing and losing a
certain and elusive love can hurt the most
in breath I draw.
© 2019 Kenneth Avery