if i could
light up this room
Shine
indigo moon glow
of memory--
recite this favorite poem
into your sleeping eyelids
Lying
between sheets the color of
deep blue sanctuary
naked
throat wrapping words
a language I don't speak
Might
might resolve itself
become irrelevant
then we
in this or any room
together become
a silent conversation
of pressed valves
until dawn comes
covers this one soul
now