while I slept

a poem

Photo by Krista Mangulsone on Unsplash
The smell of a new book


on your pillow
held in your hand
your skin, your sleep, your scent

orange blossom nectar tea
from deeply exhaled breaths
painted on paper leaves

while I slept
curling my toes
curling my toes into warm dens of soft places

while I slept
you held and read and breathed
and painted

while I slept
stretching my legs
stretching my legs into the heat you left there

left there, where you had…