she says more

she says more
to you asleep, then
she does
awake.
her body, curved
against the white
sheets
whispers to you.
her breathing,
the soft tug of
her dream
making her sigh.
the one foot out,
white
as snow
as her leg
unfolds.
her hair is
black and
everywhere against
the pillow.
you can see
that she loves you
when she's asleep,
but it seems less
so when
the sun comes up
to wake her.