the eyes she sees when she looks at herself

have changed so much given inner wealth

with this love he gives her she has grown

and found a self shes never known

 

she cannot sleep

she watches him

the room is warm

the light is dim

 

 

as she sleeps he watches gently

with each breath so eloquently

if she is still or if she stirs

afraid to touch

lest she demurs

 

 

 

i sit in anticipation, trying to either desparetely squelch this anxiety or turn it tone into hope.  frightened, exhilarated....not knowing whether to stay with the positive groove,or shift into a mood more condusive to accepting disappointment.