Night’s Cradle
You wake in the cradle of night as the moonlight pools around us, our bed a sanctuary in the dim light, its own universe in these still hours, as the world at its edges fades away, you and I remain, and I wake with you, feeling your warmth pulse in my embrace. You pull away in the soft breath of night stretching forward and into that pose, the one with which you attempt to ease back into the peace of slumber, when it is mitigated by what has accumulated, all the years of searching manifesting in the insomnia which disrupts […]