You Draw Me

You draw me in
with a snaffle of fingers,
wresting my head

from your breast to your shoulder.
You draw me, in
a sketch of air, the moon

soothing your eyelids
with a long, cool look, while
you draw me in.


You draw me out
from kerfuffles of sleep.
stealing yourself

in the theft of my neck.
You draw me, out
of ripples and shivers, the sun

smooching your eyelids
with a soft, pale pastel, while
you draw me out.

From Love Poems