Only Gaze A Little While

“The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own.” -M. Oliver

Spindles

When you sleep
I curl into your hand
wrap myself into your palm 
and rest.
Holding my breath
I twist against your ribs
find the rhythm of your breath
fight away my deamons
and imitate
your peace.
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