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Today I have a little time to fiddle... usually, unless a poem hits me full blown, all done except for minor tinkering, I must wait for a chunk of time when I can work, undisturbed. Hah, try that with two kids....which explains my midnight posts.

So. Enough stalling, start to work, first thing, title:

Not much Longer Now
Just One More Night
A Little While

Grow So Fast

Warm against my breast
to match the warm inside my heart
tender body tucked in cupping curve of mine
for tonight
I've made our cozy nest
my large fingers
with her trusting little ones entwined
her sighing breaths measuring out
moments in my soul
Soft her cornsilk hair beneath my cheek
My back and neck twist painful round
her sleep-softened mass of sweet
In daytime she the focus of my hopes,
the source of screams
but for tonight
affection and protection weave us
gentle dreams.


The meter stumbles towards the end, and the rhyme scheme is either too regular or not regular enough, and I'm not crazy about the sighing breaths measuring moments of my soul line, but this blog is about the process in action, so I'll leave it.

For now.

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