This is so beautiful....and takes me back to those precious moments... Enjoy!
A Sleep
I love the time of day when we lay
together,
and the heavy mantle of Sleep comes
to cover us, and shepherds you into her domain.
The damp sweat of your brow moistens
the curve of my arm
as you are rhythmically lulled into
Sleep.
A rosebud mouth pulls at my breast,
and then, ever so slowly,
the nipple pink falls from your mouth to rest, glistening against the petal soft cheek.
The gentle arc of your brow softens.
The fairy-like wing of your lash quivers. The grasp of your hand relaxes.
Your feet barely twitch as you cross the gate into dreamland, held as you are, by the ancient arms of Sleep.
