if only tonight we could sleep

for jereme

the sheets, little white cotton mounds and S shapes by your knees
turning to face the camera
perspiring skin sticks to a strand of black hair
lit dark, just enough to see
are you alone or we together?
that's directly correlated to what happens next in this scene
eventual sleep or shivering heave
oh, but don't feel too special, secret watchman
it's just your company that keeps
monsters safely under the bed