Amor Dormit

I want to run my hands across your sleeping form.
Tangle my fingers round your hair,
Stroke the velvet of your face,
And breath the deep rich scent of morning star
Caught by the arrow of your eye, I can only watch
And follow the rise and fall of ribs under taut skin.
Lips parted, soft, at peace,
An angel, perfection, you.
You own me.
Never let me go.