"The Perfect Sleep...Cosleeping" by Julia
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She snorts softly through her
Pink pig nose
Bobs her baby bird head in
Her sounds are muffled at first,
They mingle with my dreams,
Prick at the thick woolen coat of
Sleep that wraps around me.
Then the noises escalate, clawing frantically at my
Demanding to be heard.
Hands, disconnected from my fogged brain,
Are already unbuttoning.
A breast drips blue water-torture-drips in
She drinks voraciously, fists tightly balled,
Unaware of the exhaustion that presses into my eyes like a
Unappreciative of the aching arm that cradles her thrashing head,
Creating a barrier to
Protect her from the dark.
We will rehearse this scene
Again and again throughout the night,
Never quite satisfied with the staging.
But when she stirs in the white warmth
When her lashes flutter, then reveal two wide and
When her Cupid’s bow mouth purses with
When her soft jowl cheeks become an irresistible
Then all is forgotten.
All is forgiven.