By Liz
Date: 2003 Apr 27
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Two Weeks

He pulls me close to him
in the night,
one strong arm under my head
the other wrapped tight around my waist,
his leg thrown over both of mine
and where anyone else would make me feel trapped
I feel at peace.
I breathe deep and easy
I hold onto his arm
with both my hands,
and I thank God
in quiet prayers
for the lips that press
soft, sweet kisses
on my neck,
and for the voice that
wishes me sweet dreams
and then promises to invade them...