By Margaret Atwood. My favorite love poem 🌹
I would like to watch you sleeping,Â
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,Â
sleeping. I would like to sleepÂ
with you, to enterÂ
your sleep as its smooth dark waveÂ
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucentÂ
wavering forest of bluegreen leavesÂ
with its watery sun & three moonsÂ
towards the cave where you must descend,Â
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silverÂ
branch, the small white flower, the oneÂ
word that will protect youÂ
from the grief at the centerÂ
of your dream, from the griefÂ
at the center. I would like to followÂ
you up the long stairwayÂ
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped handsÂ
to where your body liesÂ
beside me, and you enterÂ
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.