My voice dries up here

When you fall asleep, I sit and guard your sleep from a breeze that perhaps wounded it, so I got up and from a whisper in the design of your heart, your pulse increased with longing that disturbs your eyes if it touched them. When you fall asleep, my heart wakes up with it and a passion for an embrace that lasts and does not end, and a headache in my head that your breasts soothe, a confusion in feelings towards everyone except you.