Within
the sands of this moment fathered by time
Within
A park bench, peaceful sharp whiffs of pine
you find an opportunity to nap,
dissolving atop me,
claiming space I took for mine,
A pool
Within
the pan that is my lap
I pet you softly, and you drift to sleep;
cupping your breaths
Within
my open hand
with drool your sleep runs shallow into deep
eroding the last of lines
within
the sands
that lie in our egos
Within
©a.m.p
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