He curls
he turns
clenched fist to fist
he snuggles
tied lip to lip
ensconces one
coupled by breath to another
from fatherly notes to nocturnal songs
of kites and rainbows
of butterflies and angels
that rise and fall
the night and day
he nuzzles and fondles
skin warmed
and ease the moans
from nightmares
of all sorts
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