by Brad Jarvis

Resting softly in her warm embrace
On the edge of sleep
She strokes me in the breeze

I barely see the others here
Moving slowly in a blur
Making sounds I do not know

My stomach sings the smell of food
While I try to rest
Hers is singing too

I reach blindly toward what I know
Escaping from the new
She murmurs love and pulls me in

The sounds recede as darkness falls
Smells begin to fade
Her heart reminds me all is well

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