I woke in the middle of the night
Trying not to sleep
So I could watch you sleep.
Your sandbag eyelids,
Like beige curtains, concealing
The light in your eyes.
Pulling the sheets back
Wishing to touch your rose lips,
Dull and fiery as a sunset.
Refraining to wake you by
Feeling your satin skin
Soft as robin's wings.
Glazing my fingers along
The small of your back
And up where your wings should have been
Then fell asleep, wondering
What I did to deserve this gift,
A beautiful boy, more precious than
Every star in Andromeda.
 

~Jan Brian Vis