Teen Ink

I like to watch you sleeping
your chest, it caves, your lungs inflate.
the faintness of your voice, it soothes
dreams captured in tangled locks
I remember when they were orange.

the breath you breathe it’s louder now
I still don’t understand
what are you trying to tell me?
your paws tucked neatly under that chest
your nape, it peeks from under those locks.

back turned toward the sun
I don’t agree one moment!
the sun should illuminate your face
within a sweet face rests tired muscles
today, it’s a collarbone foundation.

toes tangled in sleep, ankles wrenched with exhaust
your clothes don’t fit you right
a sleepy voice now tugs at my sleeve
I can barely hear the hum

escaped dreams, come and tackle me
tickle, tackle, ’til I fall
into a deep sleep slumber too