November 19th.
There is nothing like it:
the soft, nurturing touch
The caress of thumb against cheek,
wiping away the tears of many years
ahead and behind;
The flutter of eyelash to skin,
fresh and soft like the silk bonnet
and the fluffed downy sheets;
Everything important in the world
curled up cozily,
and life's most precious belongings
cuddled up in a cloud.
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