there are days
when dreams keep
pulling me
back toward sleep
long after the
sun and sky
have exchanged
their sweet morning
greeting
eyelids heavy,
corners of my mouth
permanently
curled upward,
pressing close
against your warmth
in sleep
we are
so vulnerable
yet feel
so safe
it is where
i hide from nothing
where i bathe
in the light
close hearts can make.
narinda heng 