To my Princess, I generally don't do love poems, this is an explanation of a moment.
Princessan och Muraren
Movements defined by stillness.
Her eyes twitch slightly under their lids,
I lean closer to listen to the sound of her breathing.
I watch as her breast rises and falls.
She is immaculate,
Is she dreaming of a chataeu,
the warm wind in her hair?
Is it foolish of me to hope
that I may be in there somewhere?
Has it really taken me this long to realise
that she is not out to hurt me?
I am safe here
but more to the point
if I don't trust I will lose her.
I do not want to lose her.
I lie down.
She turns and holds me from behind,
my immaculate princess.