- Mar 20, 2004
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I,
parted his hair
with cocoa fingers
while he rested his head
beteen my thighs,
closed brown eyes
and whispered baby,
as I,
braided his mane
insane,
with the flow of
love and rivers,
quiet softness,
rocking slowly,
humming magic
until we drifted
like two leaves drifting
in the breeze,
and he slept,
like a symphony composed.
parted his hair
with cocoa fingers
while he rested his head
beteen my thighs,
closed brown eyes
and whispered baby,
as I,
braided his mane
insane,
with the flow of
love and rivers,
quiet softness,
rocking slowly,
humming magic
until we drifted
like two leaves drifting
in the breeze,
and he slept,
like a symphony composed.