Unaware

Love, ‘til now I’ve lived life a child.

You are a woman though you sleep like a bairn.

 

I will house you in lofty arms,

Defeat the world for your protection,

 

Cradle you heart-face to my shoulder

And sigh as you snuffle to my breast.

 

Nightly, I bow down to take your mouth

So tenderly not to cause a stir.

 

Even in day you fit my arms, little one.

I’ll be for you, eaves during rain.

 

When you wake, you wake me a woman.

And I will return for you, your babe.

Author's Note

Laid in bed thinking and quickly wrote this down. It's for someone lovely who I have my eye on ;)

Reviews

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Very lovely! The 'wake and pen those thought poems' are thew purest, the bestest!

[etxcp]

:)