In bed, his arms drape across me like willow branches,
his lips planting kisses on the top of my head.
In his bed, lips drape across the top of my head,
planting kisses on me. His arms, willow branches.

Together under the blanket,
we lose ourselves to sleep.
To sleep together – we lose 
ourselves under the blanket.

My imagination flowers like early spring,
and my dreams readily sprout his image.
Readily, my imagination flowers his image,
my dreams, like early spring.

Together in bed, my imagination branches
like flowers. Early spring dreams sprout and we
drape ourselves across the blanket readily to lose sleep.
His arms like his image, under me.
My willow.