Skin drawn tight
Across immaculate bones
White and open like a canvas
Not yet etched with emotion.
You sit curled like a cat
Silently across my knees
As a cold winter sun
Creeps across the room.
Light fades to dusk
And only silly words spoken
About the outside world
Where the rest of world hides.
And as night turns to morning,
Just before dawn.
While your eyes rest to gather strength
I watch in awe.
...and until I sleep we do not part.
Across immaculate bones
White and open like a canvas
Not yet etched with emotion.
You sit curled like a cat
Silently across my knees
As a cold winter sun
Creeps across the room.
Light fades to dusk
And only silly words spoken
About the outside world
Where the rest of world hides.
And as night turns to morning,
Just before dawn.
While your eyes rest to gather strength
I watch in awe.
...and until I sleep we do not part.
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