Correspondence!

In the middle of the night, when you are asleep

I grab your hand

I squeeze it gently and whisper my heart's desire...silently

I draw sweet lines on your palm, and sing a coy song...quietly

I count your fingers and recount my day's troubles...under my breath

I absorb the warmth of your palms...and shed pearls on to your palm...through my lashes

The moments I have captured of you through the day

I string them together and wrap them around your fingers..

In the middle of the night, I grab your hand..

while you are lost in deep slumber

the words i could not utter in a day lost in dailyness..

the thoughts I could not convey in the clamor of crowds

I put them all in your sleeping hand...and then close my eyes

I know you wake up to open your fist

and unravel my long, folded list

I know you print the seal of acceptance

on my sleeping eyes...in the middle of the night..