Lullaby

close your eyes
blur your edges
trace your fingertips
(over once loved skin)
count the dust motes
as they drop
from your lashes
their trail on your cheeks
hum along to the rhythm
of the desert in your bed
fall, but don't sleep.

soft rock

You are

Reverberating

Dirty

Bass

Beats

While I am

Quietly

Yearning

Strings.

I told you it would never work.