White curtains

When I wake up
there is a layer of snow on your back
In a reindeer sleigh,
I glide slowly
to the top of your sleep

When you wake up
my hand still lays on your back
while the reindeer sleigh has melted
as snow for the sun

With us both awake now
we stroke the iron while it is hot
and glide slowly to the top
in our reindeer sleigh
without land in sight…

Piet B, 15-07-2020