Babies

my ears strain

for voices that are ringing out

elsewhere

resting in your beds

brings me closer

I catch your scents

in your pillows

I bury my face there

wanting every breath

to be full of that perfume

my fingers miss

the silken stretch

of you

sweet baby skin

always at my fingertips

now mountains stand between us

rivers and valleys

desert and snow

but in my heart

you always rest

a memory away

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