You lay on the bed, your words kiss my ears
Behind me you speak, resting in the heat
In the afternoon. The words my heart hears
Are drowsy and tender; looking over the street
The old walls are silent. Do they feel what I know?
Late summer, late afternoon, how the days go…
You sleep now and I’m framed by silence. A plane
Roaming the sky, a van hardly disturbs
A peace that’s half sinister, carrying a pain
That love, the clear skies, the good sun cannot curb
My days that are short I would spend all with you,
But you lie-in a while and my life is askew.