LullabyA Poem by G. AndersonIllustrating when I had my lullaby... now it's gone. Erased from me. Insomnia is a nightly plague, and I cannot sleep without my lullaby...
Here love,
listen to my lullaby. His voice so silky, smooth like warm milk on a snowy day. It's below zero, but warm in our little tent. Come closer, or you can't hear it. I press my ear against your soft chest, listening to the song. It's happy, light, ticking and beating with delicacy. Do you hear it? I wrote it just for you. His heart thumps, just for me, and I return the favor. The wind crackles, snapping at the fabric. And I strain to hear the lovely refrain. Do you hear your heart? It's yours. Mine's in your chest. I close my eyes, with his breath floating down my warm neck. I'm wrapped in his arms, under the wool... Right next to his heart. Hhmmmmmmmmm. I'm madly in love with you. My lullaby is slow, deep and rich. Through his veins it flows. And I drift away into that subconscious realm, where I hurt no more. I miss your lullaby, and I cannot sleep. Once I've tasted heaven, I crave it every night. Where's my lullaby? I twist and churn without the lovely stutter of our lullaby, The song that lulled me to sleep, that washed away my hurt and pain... That ushered me into the light, painting smiles and warmth into my soul. Thump. Thump. Thump. And it's dead.
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4 Reviews Added on June 8, 2010 Last Updated on June 8, 2010 AuthorG. AndersonDetroit, MIAboutI'm Gage. I'm lame. All my stories I have experienced in at least one way or another. I use this site for self-help on recommendation from my psychologist. So, I'm not soliciting sympathy, and I c.. more.. |

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