3 AM

It’s 3am

Outside

the rain pours

I wonder what you wear

in your midnight sleep

I wonder what you are dreaming of

tonight

and tomorrow

I think about you

what you look like

who are you

I ponder the wonderful things

the bonds, the poetry, the art

and the darkness

I hope for truth

a belief

maybe a dance in this rain

a naked rain

Outside

the rain comes down

continues to flow

down the window pane

I hope to be in the nude one day

when one paints a picture

of me today

I wonder how you sleep

curled up

on your stomach

or on your back

in the heat

or no covers above

I wonder how the moonlight

shines in your room

reflects across your bed

your face

your glorious breasts

I wonder if the rain will end

so, the black sky will be quiet

so, I can lean over

and

at 3am

whisper into your ear

© 1997 David Greg Harth

97.10.15.02:54:14@NYC