your him
to bless his soul
the unseen curfew
the one that lays underneath your mattress at night
something that tourtures you in the night but blesses your soul
to configure the thought of unknown perfection
to twist the words round about your skin
I bless you with this kiss
I lay it upon your hands
I hold you in the dark hour
and rock you to bed
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