Tristan Gabriel Hernandez Book
My angel, the only one who makes my life worth living...
sleep, darling…
feathery lashes dark against
your porcelain cheek,
slight damp curlon your little neck,
oblivious in yournest of sleep.
my hand on your back,
my heart beats and swells
and my breath is slowly exhaled…
sleep, darling
sleep, darling…
the night steals in
and quiet surrounds
the house.
you are safe and
i am here;
i will be here when
dawn’s fingers come
slipping through the shades to
caress your
translucent skin…
sleep, darling
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