You’re wrapped in me,
in the quilt,
Steady breaths disrupt the stillness
of my chest.
I study your untroubled eyelids.
Past the window,
snow glitters in streetlight.
Warm breaths cover my lips,
and I close my eyes.
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If you read this poem, whom did you picture? Mother and child? Owner and pet? Partners? What else? Think about it.
(I pictured either a mother and baby or elderly partners.)