the curve of the night

curl into me
and I will breathe your essence
as you drift away on clouds
that once seemed too far to touch
such
gentle thoughts
caught in my arms
taught to me in time
by the beauty of your peace.
as you sleep, you release
the cares of the world
into my keeping
and I hold them
very tight
and whisper a soft good night
that barely tickles
the back of your neck.
and you giggle
and say something so soft
I cannot hear it
except with my heart
just before the day all fades to contentment.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.