By Shadygirl*** fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 10 November 1998

'She'

An hour has passed.
Your breath has slowed.
Your sweat has dried.
You lay heavy,
head against my bare breast,
arm draped across me in 
sleepy ownership.

Your hair, scratchy against
my chin. Cold tears stream
in silence, down my flushed
cheeks and
the back of my neck.

Your weight is a burden,
your actions, gentle pain.
And now you sleep, 
content in your release.
You smile
dreamily
and I wonder,
who will ‘she’ be
tonight?