Moon croons me a lullaby
Curled close on my pillow.
His chorus dips high and low;
His fur rises and falls.
My husband lies next to me,
His arms waiting to hold.
I turn to him, skin to skin;
Pillow my head on his chest,
Feel him rest his head,
His beard smooth against
My forehead.
I sleep to the ocean
Of his heart.
Ariel
April 5, 2004
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