Reblogged: I share my bed

I thought this little poem was so beautiful and wanted to share. Or reshare.  🙂

Erie Kingdom

My face is braille to your tiny hands

briefly; in the night

assured you are not asleep in the grasses, left out for the lions

you settle without unsettling

and I wonder at your wholeness

grateful for your breathing

even and steady and time

which has become a gift

unfolding itself before me

in spite of itself 

truly amazing technology

(you my darling)

is indistinguishable from magic 

and you are surely magic

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