he flipped her over
like an egg
a moan and waking
arms surround him
breath on his lips
of welcoming

seek her eyes
her eyes unseen
unseen her face
and yet beguiles
whispering hips
a sleep 
a dream

which would it be
how would it seem
asleep alone
a sleep and dream

taste of the morning fare
nothing is said
late ships in passing
over a bed