When I Sleep

I was asleep but it seems they were not asleep my roots. My roots, it seems, searched through my soil found the source of your water in my soil drank. I was asleep but it seems they were not asleep your leaves. Your leaves, it seems, tore the coarse cloth of my dress searched through my body found my womb grew within me. I am awake in the air of each day’s dawning; you are awake — my love — every night at my bedside...