Love binds you in sleep

I saw your face through the frame of a dream
I put it together from memory, like a snowman:
The eyes, nose, smile

I said I love you and looked back for a reaction,
To see if it was real
Your eyes moved, but your mouth made no sound.

We say more with our faces,
How we hold each other:
You and I never let go.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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