God's Gift
D Dónall Dempsey
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I guard your sleep
each snore
more precious
than the one before.
I watch your eyelids
flutter
trying to read
your dreams as you dream them.
The wonder of the air
drawn in
to be your breath.
You lie there
like the ordinary
miracle
that you are
God's gift
to me
for wanting you
so much.
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