Sleep, my beautiful ingenue
sink low into my solid shoulder
rest softly in this warm embrace.
slumber rises slowly to overtake
your large, tired eyes- my angel.
as my lips
(in their perfection, yes?)
crease into a favored, gentle
smile.
Brown eyes rise up to the stars
in your world, and I am struck
that they shine in mine as well.
farflung planets dangle from the ceiling
of your home, now they are posted
on the walls of my cell.
Petals of lilac tingle my senses still
when
you, in your trepidation, hold me
in my mind's eye. I need no reminders
not silly trinkets, nor tattered dolls
none of those to recall your beguiling kiss.
I sense your stirring, and my grip intensifies
upon all that I know and love.
Continue your rest, you have earned this
for the road has never been brief or smooth.
The trip, it is true, makes the
adventure valuable, and the effort
will be repaid, in time, in threefold.
Just wait.
This gaze returns to you
dreaming through the rafters
following your heart not through the sea
or to the plains, but to me.
In you I see my destiny
infirm and weak, three-score hence
but with you in my mind, and
(we can only hope)
in this eye.
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