MY PRECIOUS CHILD

Her gentle movements
woke me up;
I felt her warm, tiny body
against my breast.
Her soft lips
Kissed my nose, my chin --
a presence, a glory of another work,
of another day!
Her delicate whisper
tinkled like precious brass,
sending me to the deepest ocean floor
where I dug into the darkest danger --
the life of my own.

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