Before sunrise.

 

You sleep

Curled up in bed

As in my lungs.

I look and think

That tranquility

Is only whole

When quiet.

I embrace you,

My heartbeat

Against yours.

My breathing slows down

In an attempt

To reach yours,

Each ordered breath

A taciturn pearl

Between two shells.

And as if in a

Theatrical performance

Everything else subsides.

And is contained

In one single enlargement

Of our chests.