basking

Where else would you be

except here.

A king size made for three.

sometimes four

when the night terrors wake.

Open all hours

for comfort and nurture.

You lie central

arms outstretched

Queen of the new world

basking

in the warmth

in the aura of love.

sleep

I’m Brigette Jones again
staring at my loved one
while they sleep:
my daughter, still fresh
into this world. 

A little caress,
a gentle stroke
on her blooming cheek
won’t harm
won’t wake.
Risky though. 

I might disturb
the innocent calm.
Can’t resist
the softness
of her tender skin.
The need
to be connected.
Inspired by: resting baby