I awake,
heart quickening its beat,
fingers slowly unraveling,
gently looking for love
in your still sleeping body,
while, elsewhere in my brain,
old grievances
are already assembled,
newspaper headlines
carry over from the previous day.
It’s an ugly world
but the people in it
find such beauty
in nothing more than
a shape in the sheets,
a soft breath pressed against
the breezes of my own.
Strangers die
but lovers live.
Bullets shatter
the outside peace
but no harm comes
to those in bedrooms.
