Pillow Book

Here

(Scribbled on the back of a slightly damp floor-plan of a highschool.)




Breath knocked out. I gasp
Air, then lose it at the sight
Of dew-drop lashes.

(Written on motel notepaper and tucked into Dean's hand when Sam left to get coffee.)




You

Sleep riding shotgun
Face slack against glass
Wake to say 'Careful
Driving my girl, bitch.'

Stay alert all night
Muscles tensed for action
Move quick and tireless
To cover my back.

Work without rest, then
Sprawl and sleep motionless
But still snap awake
When I say your name.