i lie in bed
beside him
and i know him
outside in
i've learned his body's
line and length
and memorized his grin
i've counted
every crease
at the edges
of his eyes
i know his soul's
complete circumference
i know
his lies
i know
his outer qualities
i know
his inner doubt
as i know the skin
underneath his shirt
i know
what he's about
i lie in bed
beside him
and unravel him
like twine
i know his depths his drives
his drawbacks
as he
knows mine
i heard they found
the lost atlantis
off the spanish coast
with a host
of hidden secrets
buried signs and symbols
green and guarded gold
and ghosts
i listen
to his breathing
and familiar
tho' he seems
his sleeping self
has wandered
to the regions of his dreams
while
off the coast of spain
the moorish moonlight beams
and deep
in guarded spanish waters
the green gold
gleams...
i lie in bed beside him
and i ask him
will you go?
he says i swear
i'll never leave you
i say
i know...
