2016-12-09 Lovely

Take care, my lovely
Though the breaths may be hasty
And the lines may be shallow
The moon is still crisp.
Shining upon your quivering fingers
Hold steady
Awake from your nightmares
Rise from the night
My sweet one.
I am with you
With waves of calm
With the pressing force of motion
Spinning becomes swaying
Swaying becomes rocking
Back and forth.
I cradle you, new emotion.


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