Opposite Valentine

Your arm across
your chest while
you sleep is money
to me the currency
of a realm which arises
as the consequence
of words on a page
as here rehearsed
everything is eternal
within your head
that way it’s fair
to all you face
turned into the
darker hemisphere
the way the moon
spends all its spunk
slinks home
but what if we could
never hide you said
sleep love on that O
opposite of golf.