Un Sospiro

By Lillian Kwok

I blink and your face is beside me, breathing my breath in and out
until we´re two pieces of silk

curtain in the wind. The window is half open to the light green
dawn. The ghosts are floating back

to their dark corners. This isn´t the night

that knows no dawn, it´s the morning that never ends.
Slow and filling with sun, we move

with the movement of the sleeping, with my body cradled back
against yours and we never wake up completely.



Published 4/7/14. To see more of Lillian's work, go to her Awst Press page.