Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Mingling

Each night you're here
Majestic and peaceful
Your breath a song
In sleep you hold me fast
Protecting and warm
Your pulse is solid and calm
And you are so beautiful
My cells call out to yours
But I hold back
And thus create
A precious ache
I will wake you soon
To start over

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