Take Me Down To You

I slip into your dreams, sometimes.

It is not by accident, nor is it by revenge.  I simply want to see you- the rise and fall of your chest.

I'm not sure why.

I sit on the end of your bed, legs folded, and watch you.  An obstinate angel or, simply, a stubborn intruder.

I watch the sands of sleep fall onto your face, and follow to see which sands stick, and which slide down your skin to lay at your side.

It's strange to think, in these dream-like states, that if the house were to go up in flames, I would not move, nor would I wake you.

(click on the photo: kill this by Yannis Angel via Apendixes tumblr)