CIRCLING YOU

What circles around you at night?

How many leagues of angels patrol your dreams?

I can imagine the angels canceling intruders for certain

But when a flight of fantasy enters my mind

I cannot help but to wonder

What would I see if I circled around your bed tonight?

Flirtatious intentions are completely absent

I just want to see what you see when you sleep

I imagine myself stretched out on a wide shelf slightly below your ceiling

Where I could watch you…completely silent and conscious of the delight

I would know your secret self

Perhaps you pray in your sleep

Or perhaps you curl yourself into a cocoon

Immersed in a flight of fantasy all your own

Would I see your mouth extend into a gentle smile?

Or would you clutch the corners of your pillow?

Are you softly laughing from the remembrance of a childhood moment?

Perhaps the elves and fairies that your mind invites comes to visit

Do you toss gently in your sleep or does your body lie still and serene?

Would I tell you or would I harbor my study of your sleep?

I would deem this a delight to uncover you in sleep

Whose name do you moan when your covers are disheveled?

The names of those who were your lucky lovers uncovered unconsciously

Beyond all of my discoveries some would come as no surprise

That I believe the little boy within you comes alive at night

You would show me the forest floor covered in dew

Where the Lilliputians live because they knew you believed in them

Maybe you could be Jack and I will be Jill

Perhaps we would peek inside a dwarfs’ house

We would turn and say goodbye until the next time moments before the dawn

And then I would descend from my shelf and drape a rose across your bed

Perhaps I would gaze upon you briefly and smile as I put on my cloak

And in the moments where the night is darkest before the dawn

I would place a cinnamon-scented kiss across your cheek

And before your body would stir sensuously underneath the sheets to a new day

I would have already slipped into the dawn across the dew-kissed meadow.

© Frangelica