i sleep and my eyelids droop,
a veil of innocence decends.
misleading mask,
so far from sin,
that no one knows the truth within.

i sigh and with each gentle breath,
my lips seem to be smiling.
beguiling smile,
that seems sincere,
on waking's but A force verneer.

i turn with movements like a child,
a hand outstretched for comfort.
by day that hand will seize and take,
all within reach for its owner's sake.

at dawn hat innocence will go,
with the first flutter of my lids.
on waking,
if i'd retain,
the look that does not search for gain.