I stand
at the edge
of the bed
for hours,
just watching
as he sleeps,
soothing him
as he cries,
I like the sound
of his breath,
the smell of his skin
as he wakes,
he, as ever,
remains ignorant
to my love,
though that is fine,
I’m quite content
to simply just
watch,
to catch him
off guard,
to see his beauty
just in the shadow
of darkness.
I watch
the way
his chest falls,
rising in sync with
my own,
I devour his
every waking word,
for he is mine,
I to, am his
and nothing else
matters much.
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