You sleep in the darkness,
you with the back I love
and the gift of sleeping
through my noisy nights of poetry.
~
I have taken other men into my thoughts
since I met you.
~
But only you sleep on through the darkness
like a mountain where my house is planted,
like a rock on which my temple stands,
like a great dictionary holding every word-

even some
I have never spoken.
~
You breathe.
The pages of your dreams are riffled
by the winds of my writing.
The pillow creases your cheek
as I cover pages.
~
Element in which I swim
or fly
silent muse, backbone, companion-
it is unfashionable
to confess to commitment-
yet I feel no bondage
in this air we share.


~SAS~