Sleep

her hand is white

on my chest
her breathing is soft
and even
there's light through the window
from the schoolhouse
across the way
a generator whine
a car passes by
we sat on the roof
to feel the cooling air
and watch bats
flying in the darkness
we measured the world
to suit us
and left
to make love
in a corner of our room
a siren wail
an engine roaring
a cat hssing in fear
sleep
her hand
white on my chest
her breathing
soft and even

By Dante Dapolonia © 2002