Slight, but Sleepy Smile

The months had passed,

leaving only Peace behind.

Spring Rain misted the paint

of an open window’s sill.

She slept beside Me,

still pink from Her bath,

I traced a Constellation,

on Her freckled cheek.

Slight, but sleepy smile,

crept from Her dream,

and She turned toward

My Touch.


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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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