NIGHTSONG

Philip Booth

Read by Julio dela Cruz

Beside you,

Lying down at dark,

My waking fits your sleep.

Your turning

Flares the slow-banked fire

Between our mingled feet,

And there,

Curved close and warm

Against the nape of love,

Held there,

Who holds your dreaming

Shape, I match my breathing

To your breath;

And sightless, keep my hand

On your heart’s breast, keep

Nightwatch

On your sleep to prove

There is no dark, nor death.

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