Movements defined by stillness.

She lies. 

Her eyes twitch slightly under their lids,

she dreams.

I lean closer to listen to the sound of her breathing. 

I watch as her breast rises and falls.

She is immaculate,

exquisite.

Is she dreaming of a chataeu,

flowers,

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.