Your Eyebrow

by Steven J. Serafiani

The filament nods off
the curtains flutter butterfly in the oak rustle breeze
a soft crescendo of machinery passes below intermittently
you just put your book down,
a romantic thriller I think,
gave this tiny high ptched sigh
stretched your legs to toes
positioned your head on the pillow,
just to the right
my eyes adjusted just enough to see a brief smile
said those three words and
off you went.
I turned on my side
put my hand between my knees
for the next 28 minutes,
I stared at your eyebrow
and listened to you breathe.