Who's sleeping?

I wonder what the sound of you sleeping is
When you sleep now
Do you sleep now?

Am I bound to these 3am cautions?
When the complicated sounds swell inside me
When the reflections cross my bed in strange lights.

You must sleep now.

Is it living when you dance pressed against him?
A sudden pleasure in knowing I'm gone?

Grip the pillow.

Do you remember when we were just kids
I don't remember much at all, anymore
Have you ever gotten drunk off what's missing?

When I sit in translucence
I wonder, do you sit in stone?
In space, what were you looking for?

Did you find it?

I wonder what the sound of me sleeping is.

by Atwood
posted on 11/04/2009