she is beautiful

she is beautiful,
lying there.

and i love to watch her,
watch her sleep, watch her breathe.

i love to watch her think about her problems, dream about tomorrow.
i love how she thinks, i love what she thinks about
i love her hair, her beautiful black hair, i love
just to play with her dark hair as she leans against me
and i don't care if she's away from me thinking about shadows and far places
or even if she's thinking of me, and it isn't good

i'll just let her, i'll just love her and let her think it out
because that's what she does, thinking
and that's what i do, holding
her.

and we are happy.
snug.
warm, in the
quiet,
in the dark