We cannot retrieve what we have lost. Darling,
as I watch you sleeping, I add to my souvenirs.
What spider's web caught in sunlight shines like
your white blonde hair or sea contests your closed
blue eyes as it roars, windswept in total darkness.
Beneath the bones of your chest, faithful muscle
beating to an ancient rhyme, whose redness shames
the roses, whose sentiment ripe with joy. We cannot
lose what we have gained and I will hold what I have
earned long after you're awakened.