rotation and unrelated reflections

the earth's spinning slows only a moment
and I swear I can almost hear the brakes
tapping, slowly against my temple
your finger tip moves toward my eyes
tracing my brows slowly as though my life
depended on your ability to stay in the lines
sometimes it feels that way, you know
but then I snap back in to self sufficient mode

when we share our silence like this moment
I feel an internal battle waging
my independence overtly provoking
the comfort of my resolve to give way to you
and your finger graces the outline of my cheeks
smiling as I roll my eyes open to try
to read your mind for some forshadowing
some hint to see if this might last

minutes? hours? pass and gradually
the earth's spin regains momentum
at last your fingers tire and take leave
and I watch you as you sleep, so peacefully
as though, exhaustion over took you
because your hands propelled the world
and I envy the peace that you emanate
and hold you close to absorb its rays