In Bed

It’s only when her eyes are closed
And the night has found its way
Through the cracks of our defenses
That my mind feels safe to wander.
Mindful of her slumber
My double-exposed ghost sneaks carefully
Through the window and out into the wilderness
Of a young man’s imagination.
Could she possibly be aware, I wonder,
Of the universe behind my eyelids?
Does she know how many times
I’ve lived and loved and died
In the space of a single yawn?
Perhaps she too is a million miles away
Partaking in her own adventures
With a man who each night looks
Less and less like me.
In the morning we’ll make love
Without even saying a word,
Using silence without much success
To breath life into our dreams.