2/9/12
Her hair matted and wild,
snot crusting one cheek
she is beautiful in the morning.
This lion cub,
this maelstrom in pajamas.
She occupies more of my heart
than should be possible by her stature;
a giant in a toddler's body.
In her sleep she has turned,
her hand resting on my forearm;
I shudder to think -
if she can loosen so much love
with an unconscious gesture,
she will drain entire cities when she tries.
I am an entire city.
I will gladly be drained.
powpowpow.
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