19 November 2010

50PoWriMo - XXXI

untitled (for my wife)



you are sleeping in my arms
as peaceful as a closed flower
the warmth of your breath
diffusing across my chest
like an ebbing tide
dancing away from the sure
i try to match
the rhythm of your lungs
out of phase to minimise
your rise and fall
the warmth of your closeness
a comfort i cling to

it is in moments like these
when i need you least
i treasure you most

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