Bliss by Nicole Barth [2/5/12]

You are my lullaby,
the intake of your breaths,
the hummingbird that nestled in my chest.

You are the 40 lights flickering in the middle of the night;
all the hope in a dream that may have perished.
All the reasons to linger a little longer.

You are the calm that blooms in cacophony.
I'll trace constellation in the freckles of your skin.

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