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Bedtime

March 9, 2021

Perhaps your arm will be too heavy draped on top of mine
Perhaps my head will be too heavy resting on your shoulder.
Nevertheless, we lie in the present
encircled,
while our breathing lengthens into a shared rhythm.
No matter where we are,
this
will always be home.

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3 Comments
  1. Truly, a sweet love poem! 🙂

  2. This is beautiful. No matter how hard of a day I have had, I always think about getting ‘home’.

  3. Lainie Levin permalink

    This. This beautiful moment, draped across your arms and uttered in the shared rhythm of breath. It resonates so deeply – the feeling of holding a sleeping one in your arms? Heaven.

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