He Dribbles
Sleep;
He sleeps,
Peacefully
Dreamless and still
Rising chest, deep breaths
Stroking his curly hair
He does not stir but yawns, sighs
Mouth open, tongue loose, he dribbles
I smile to myself, how angelic
I lean down and touch his warm lips with mine
Copyright © Samantha Haynes | Year Posted 2009
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