Sleeping

I rested my tattered palms upon his grizzly cheeks
Splattered all of my love onto him with my eyes
Inhaled a whiff, a sniff, as if, his scent was a riff;
improvised with a beauty uncompromised...

I theorized that he must be sleeping.

I lifted his face and despised
everything i was seeing
this man, disguised, brought terror to my being
where did MY man go and why was he fleeing?

I tried to tell myself I wasn't to blame
But it's hard not to exclaim when your heart is aflame
A shame when you can't tame the urge to want to maim his pristine new dame

I proclaim that he MUST be sleeping.

What other reason would suffice?
How could this treason become his vice?
They say there's a season for everything, I guess this is my fate's roll of dice.

I'm in love with a stranger
The only danger is the glimpses from beneath the mask
They come to me, a savior, like Jesus in a manger, I bask and

I ask, to confirm that he MUST be sleeping.

I place one hand on his heart, the other on mine,
Useless apart, but when they combine, become aligned
All my sorrow now benign
Divine thoughts begin to flow

Because I know that he is only sleeping.

And, soon, in the morning, the sun will be leaping.