In her slow breaths I see
The Tasmanian devil tamed
The whirlwind roped by its tail
Her continuous movement,
While fluid and confident, is halted.
She would shudder to know
I am watching, memorizing,
Her lashes low, crystalline eyes veiled
The lines of her nose, jaw line and cheeks.
In uncommon silence, she reposes.
No furrowed brows, only peace.
She is beautiful when she sleeps.