bleary eyed
and sleepy still
i unwrapped you
of the morning
like carefuil fruit
with forbidden flesh
made sweeter by
the scorning

my hands still shaky
from the kisses sweet
and the dark hours
of nights embrace
i checked to see
if fastened vines
my heart had left
in silv'ry trace

while you slept
i looked inside your chest
to see what there
was growing
i saw my heart
with quiet eyes
to your side its self
was gently sewing

i saw my heart
with quiet eyes
to your side its self
was gently sewing

- J. Kilcher