That morning after we made love <br />I read you THE LITTLE PRINCE <br /> <br />because you had come <br />to love it <br /> <br />& understood <br />that you had tamed me <br /> <br />with your love <br /> <br />and how we are all <br />responsible <br /> <br />for whom ever we love <br /> <br />and that only what is <br />invisible <br />can be seen <br /> <br />by the heart <br />that is aware <br /> <br />and can understand <br />what is & isn’t there. <br /> <br />You cuddled <br />into my voice <br /> <br />as trapped in <br />a shaft of sunlight <br /> <br />you wept <br />& slept <br /> <br />and I cradled <br />your head <br /> <br />with all its curls <br />& preciousness <br /> <br />your breath <br />so delicate <br />against my chest <br /> <br />beautiful in its <br />fragileness.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-step-will-call-me-like-music/
