Headrest
I wonder what he thinks
When he rests his head upon my chest.
I wonder if he hears the hollow hallways
Of his heart, the echoes which run deep
Inside his veins and through his chambers.
I wonder if they drum against his ears,
If he mistakes them for my heartbeat.
I wonder what he thinks when he is silent,
Or if he is just resting.
I wonder if I put his heart to rest.