Saturday, August 1, 2009

Bride at Rest

I open your door slowly
and find you sprawled on your bed,
eyes closed,
surely dreaming of high-heel shoes and bouquets,
your white wedding dress on top of rosebud sheets,
your old pink blanket snuggled near your face.

I can't resist;
I get the camera,
and I wake you up with its flashes,
I giggle at you,
I smell your round Baby Annie cheeks
while they are still.

And even though you are not one for cuddling
(and neither am I),
I climb into your bed,
get tangled in your long legs,
and stroke your lovely hair as you wake up
because I can't resist that,

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