Sleeping boy on my sofa

spent

brown tasseled hair

and unruly on green upholstery

blush lips resting gently open

mild eyes closed, black lashes barely touching

breathing in, breathing out

his assured frame so delicate

laid out like a piece of art

priceless

he gives a short sigh

sweet

as he lies sleeping

an impish boy’s innocent

expression of peace

i quietly observe

afraid to touch

or even breath upon

him…

me…

not us.

©2001 Jennifer Davenport