sleep

he watches her sleep

contemplating

the depth the

temperature of

of the water

she dreams upon

so many places

a soul can wander

become lost

become found

outside the

fragile shell of

the somnambulist

he lights another cigarette

its glow a beacon

waiting for her return

a column of smoke

to guide her back

should her way

be obscured

she shifts her leg

wrapping her foot

in light blanket bindings

as to hold on

tethering her

to this spot

this happy

accident