
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you, sleeping.
I would like to sleep with you,
to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
via the ugly earring
Photo by Vivian Maier

...there’s no accounting for lust, my friend, and nothing that so soundly slaps together the nasty with the desirable. Amy Letter, Poem I Love in The Rumpus