You sleep,
Compressed on the lounge,
Under the cream blanket you gave me for sleeping
On the lounge.

Head resting on my lap,
On a pillow stolen from my bed.
Your sleep distracts my Akhmatova reading,
Stealing thoughts away from her bed.

Rhythmic breathing, a tune of infinite subtlety.
Your shoulder marks in time,
To a beat composed for life,
Subtly performed for infinity.