A Cave of Dreams

At night,
your body arches into a cave,
in which I lay;
My scattered thoughts,
the general disarray of my bed,
warm inside, they stay;
And your arms,
close around my limbs,
like a blanket against the wind;
You keep a fire burning,
the fireflies glowing,
lest I get scared;
you have bed-time stories,
written on your breath.

© soulreserve 2015

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