lullabye
sleep angel
the way the night creeps heavily across
the day's pleasant furies; the way water
creeps heavily across stones;
sleep precious
the way your lover's arm folds across
you, and you smile; the way his heartbeat
purrs against your shoulderblades
sleep butterfly
the way those childish fantasies discharged across
the years come suddenly alive, and perch
upon your windowledge watching
like cool summer starlight;
sleep angel.
Donny Davis, June 2007
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