I’m cradled by the night.

In a bed full of blankets,

I’m held in serenity

Her arms,

fresh,

comfort me

Through a small slit in the window

With a knowing I don’t need to know

To feel

I am

I am right where I need to be.

And it is precious

Like any other night

Precious to meet again

In the quiet calm

deliciously close,

crossing like branches that only touch in the breeze

Growing up together means no rush

There’s no trigger to begin being

And no intrusion by the Moon

I can smell

One eye open, one closed

I howl, “I know you!”

With my mouth shut, “I see you!”

I’m born again

Every time she sleeps

I reckon she will never die

and I might just die tonight

in her arms.

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