I reached out
as we slept,
slowly waking
finding the bed,
behind eyes;
sweet dreams
inside our heads.
Looking in
at odd hours
as winter approaches;
its deaf tread
on ice,
across the frozen
flowerbed.
Bound together,
tight sheets:
arms like stone
as the winds throw
over lawns;
grey with the
dirty snow.
Your hands
reach in morning,
in a new sun
where flowers undo;
lined in soil,
heads bowed on
death row.
Stug Jordan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-we-slept/
