the_couch Cicero We embrace under my big comforter as our fingers find each other in the darkness. The television flickers, rim-lighting your face softly, exquisitely. Your eyelashes catch the moonlight – the silent blinking could put me to sleep. I could count your eyes opening and closing like sheep over fences. Your heart beats to a rhythm of kindness, keeping mine in tempo. I could write a symphony to your beat (if I had the music in my pen). “You had me at ‘hello.’” 030105 what's it to you? who go blather from