Her Soft Good Night
It brings immediate images to my mind. That soft, girl-like good night from Her. Whether it is by itself or one of the many names she calls me. One of the many things I am to Her.
Tender, thoughtful, drifting off to a place that will be safe after we speak. A place She and I will awaken from and live together.
That light voice, like a feather. I can hear it right now. It is stored within me. Deeply.
And I keep it there, lovingly.
Your Soft Good Night
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