"A Woman Asleep"

"A Woman Asleep"

I have such a fondness for watching a woman as she sleeps.

At times, an inner beauty unknown to a wakeful world escapes through her quiet form,
transforming her into an unintended and still, sensual bliss.

She is adrift, with her blanketed legs askew as warm silvered driftwood.
Her hands lie along her thighs, palms upward as if weighing time.

I see her eyelids move as she chases the colors in her dream.

I watch her chest rise and fall as her life is confirmed with every subtle breath.

Her hair lies in silken vines, whos tendrils curve along the pillow’s folds.

She is a bud that has not yet ripened by nature, and she is tempting to unravel...

But one must never wake her up unless she wants to be,

... or unless she needs to be,

... or unless she would love to be...

A woman asleep unknowingly feeds my imagination and ignites my dreams.

... an anonymous missive inspired by (and snuck into the satchel of) a woman sleeping nearby my seat on a plane