A Poem for Him

Again.
 
It is nearly one in the morning.
She has been asleep for hours in our bed.
Little hands tucked up under little ears.
 
It is not too many hours until she wakes again.
I stand and stretch
moving toward the stairs to join her.
 
But instead of passing you
I remove from your lap what distracts you and sit
straddling you as if [...]

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