Trust
We were nearing
The depth of the night
The gate to your room was already locked.
Mother could not meet you in my house.
I wonder if you were able to see my face
When you told me of your desire
To witness the waking of the sun
Beside me.
Wary walking along
The silent and empty streets,
There was a music playing: in your voice.
I found courage in how your arms
Twirled like a fragile vine
On my arm.
The bed was yours because I could sleep
While sitting on the wooden chair
Until you patted an arm away from where you lay,
With your soft hands and small fingers you traced
The lost map for my smiles and laughter.
In the dark
While you were sleeping
My fingers ached to discover
The shape of my desire
Never to be alone again
I rediscovered when I met you.
But your dreams are never mine
To frighten and chase away
In the dark.
Then your arms sought for the pillow
With whom you endured the waves
While you sailed the night’s ocean
In your solitary sleep,
The pillow whose absence
You chose to replace
With me.
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