This night comes in welcome advance, a peaceful contrast to the days ahead.
Blankness in my mind, a rare enjoyment.
A gorgeous dove, enthralled in sleep’s habitual grace, sits alongside me.
I cannot touch her, a regular disdain of my body and heart.
I am but afforded the tender embrace of her sweet grasping of life.
She knows it not, but her breathing is all I ever need to make a night worth living through.
My heart, paced by the rising and falling of her chest,...