Sleep My Lovely

I watch you, as you sleep, the glow, a rosy hue of Roman cheeks, a tiny trickle, as if glued onto the crease of lips so red and so inviting, your hands asleep in what they call the warmest spot of living humans, I wish I could, and surely would. I am your guard tonight, just sitting here, prepared to be the death of horny demons, should they forget their place and wander in. I have now put the final cork away, and opened up the kitchen clock to rip the living battery and put an end to it, the pulse of time. I shall be happy just to sit here, by your side, and dream about the warmth of you, in all those feather downs. For Angie