Silver Slumber Poem by Abby Kimball

As he breathes in the world breathes out,
A sigh of relief perhaps,
To assure everyone he still lives,
Or maybe it is to reassure me.

And as his heart beats in time,
It seems as if it’s a monotone to the universe,
That the stars collapse in on themselves when it skips a beat,
The winds roar around men’s feet when it races,
Or perhaps it is a monotone for me.

Though I would hate to wake him,
As he twitches in slumber and his eyelids flutter,
I can’t help myself to plant a kiss on them,
Hoping to inhale the brilliance being played behind.

As I wrap my legs around his trunk to tangle his limbs with mine,
I realize loving me comes as second nature to him,
As he merely wraps his arms around me,
And murmurs a silver reply of gratitude for loving him too.