sleep

I look at you when you’re asleep

with outstretched arms

and anxious breathe

sometimes you speak

but in foreign language

your secrets are still safe

you wear dresses

only in bed

sometimes I like to think

that the day will come

when you will wear one

for a walk with me

last night I saw you crying

with your eyes shut tight

with fists next to your face

in the morning

after you touched the wet pillow

and starred at me

and in that moment

looked even more like a child

I said

'you drooled'

we both knew

that’s a lie

as a punishment 

you’ve made me get up

and put the kettle on