The Comforter
Treat me like a lullaby
let me sway you to rest
Treat me like that higher spirit
let me show you you're blessed.
You can look at me or don't
bodies pressed together - we're in the right form.
Your head on my arm
it's ok, accept calm.
Forget your worries for a while
inhale my cologne, that's your chloroform.
let me show you how much you mean to me,
this position could be our norm.
I want you to feel at ease
possibly at peace.
Can you hear the TV?
That distant sound as we make our way hand in hand into the land of dreams.
I'll meet your eyes again in the morning,
with the scent of breakfast as your alarm,
for tonight simply focus on our embrace
may this be our routine now and always.
Copyright © Akil Haye | Year Posted 2019
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