Synchronization

I am sorry I cannot be with you
 as your breath sweeps
   the broken day to sleep.

I can only observe, write,
 and sympathize
and wonder at the closed thick
 line
   of eyelashes, of duvet that
 cuts
   your head
 asunder - hidden beneath.

You are bare.

In truth, your twitching legs
 remind me
   as rhythmic breathing
     sets me thinking;
       slips me to dreaming.

Switch -
 synchronized
   in darkness -
 bare.

I join you there.