A Place I Cannot Go

I try to match our breath, my knees nestled behind yours

Hands feeling small and cold against the warmth of your back

You seem restless, legs twitching,

as my fingers move in small circles along your spine

I want to be the calm, quiet place inside of you

while in the darkness we lie together

Lucid dreaming as the dawn paints the sky

I rise alone, leaving you to sleep

a shadow of quiet resting

in a place I cannot go

Angela Minard 2011©