A scent of vulnerability
overwhelmed me
the moment I stroked
your porcelain cheek
and I do not understand
why it is me who shall sing you asleep
when I feel so small myself,
smaller than you
Perhaps I'm less than you,in every way my beloved one
You might one day
be the one making me fall asleep
A second of joy, but a lifetime
of anxiety
all covered by the strange,
intense feeling
When your warm breath
reach my skin
how blessed am I?
To be given this tiny person
Whether it is a dream
I am not sure,
but likely there is a heavenly calm
when I reach the heart of you
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