We lie back to back. Curtains
lift and fall,
like the chest of someone sleeping.
Wind moves the leaves of the box elder;
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I enjoy the expession of watching someone sleep its not something you share with many, and you will forever remember those you cared for so much that even their sleep amazed you.
She lies back to back (not facing) her happiness, and sometimes the curtain lifts, and she is allowed a glimpse, other times it falls, and she is cut off; then a wind comes along, and lifts and shows the side seldom seen, this is a serendipitous happening, but non-the-less real and poignant; and so well painted here, as a lover come to call, more and more... there is, afterall, hope in this broken old world.