Your supple form so close and yet
your breath just slowly now in rest
The sound so muffled still it comes
some dream of fun and love abounds
the tiny snore that issues forth
a curl about your lips like jest
my fingers trace the lines of face.
Are you an angel here for me?
to touch my life to set me free?
I dare to look upon such grace
to feel the warmth such soft embrace
the sounds of life so far away
I curl beside and nod to pray
a tiny thanks to God above
for beauty, joy and such sweet love.
- Trish 2012