Rest

A white, light pink rose petal now
Has fall’n upon your brow
As deep you sleep, a-breathing soft.

I gently blow it off your brow,
And yet another comes,
Half caught within your hair.

I blow; it shakes and waves at me
And tells me no, no, no.

I lay my cheek against your arm;
My lips just touch your breast.

I close my eyes while petals fall
And rest and rest and rest.

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