Pearls

You talk in your sleep -
profane dreams
that make it hard
for me to breathe
because your body unhitches
under my touch,
silken and elegant
in ways that
could change my life
and turn my limbs to
careless toys.

You get under my bones -
like the end
of our worlds rubbing shoulders,
clothes sliding lost and
hard into the pillows,
and that gasp
that dresses your hips
in the pale moonlight
shakeing my morning
like soft
white pearls.