The Branch

The Branch

A Poem by Coco
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Freedom and security.

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It is night. He sleeps beside me as I read my book. Appropriately, Wild. He turns away, the light distracting his steps toward a long awaited slumber. I turn the pages quietly. 
I read. I grow drowsy. I reach for my bookmark. I reach for the lamp. I try to move as gently as the sound of his breathing. He stirs. 
I feel him turn toward me, draw closer. 
"Are you coming to collect me?", I ask. 
His sleepy mumbled affirmative reply. He seeks me, and I crawl into my space where his body carves a resting spot for mine. He wraps himself around me and is asleep again before my head finds the pillow. His breath on my neck and his hand encircling my wrist. I sigh; having found where I belong. 
Alis Volat Propriis. She flies with her own wings. But even the soaring bird needs a place to land, to nest, to rest. 

© 2016 Coco


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Added on February 18, 2016
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A Poem by Coco


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A Poem by Coco