Were that you are as at peace
with the world
as you are when you sleep
next to me:
when your eyelids
have softly drifted downward;
your breath slowed and hushed;
and your lips gracefully upturned
into the most genuine
and handsome
smile--
one of satisfaction,
one of trust,
as if all the world was right with you
and, all that's in it, perfect.
Were that you are as safe
in the world
as you are
when you sleep next to me.
JH
09.27.16/11.30.16
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Poetry"I've been trying to put it to words, to collect those thoughts wholly, and to combine them singularly into an explanation--- Not an excuse. Not an apology. Not a proposal." From 'With You I'll Never Hang My Noose" My 2015...
