I found myself on top of a mattress of promise
You lay tangled beneath me, sleeping like a cat curled up.
Our eyes cast in shadow, your lips slightly parted, whistling dreams of glory on some battlefield.
I thought this time to touch your skin, brown as a berry, ripened and I thought, bring me your prayers and your sugar lips
entwine them on my heart, with a kiss.
Poem from A House Of Sharp Stones