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To Grommet: a love poem. 2008-05-27 - 8:17 a.m. Your forehead rests against my cheek. It�s five am, and the early summer dawn is already casting leaf-shadows on the curtains.
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Your arms encircle my neck; mine, your torso.
One hand grazes the small of your back.
But we are not dancing.
Your breath puffs against my neck, toddler-sweet. Your silk hair tickles my nose.
And you don�t stir, even though your smooth belly is being nudged by your brother from inside mine.
I too should be asleep.
But I am loathe to let go of this moment.
Too soon there won�t be the luxury of time like this.
Time to just savour the moment, when it�s just you and me,
Cocooning in our nest; sleeping in each other�s embrace.
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