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Bedtime
I've slept next to giants,
watched the rhythmic
rise
and
fall
of their accordion chests
until my eyes gave way to dreams.
I've fallen asleep next to Uncle Sam's chosen.
I've heard their muttering,
felt their muscles clench for battle
while they scream for unsung heroes.
I've been lulled to sleep by liars;
men who knew how to weave a tale
any woman would believe.
I have felt the pattern of my own heartbeat
fall into line with the heartbeat
of a warm body next to me.
So many beds.
So many souls covered with skin.
The older I grow,
The more I understand that
sleep is a sacred act.
Yawns and stretches.
Legs and arms interlaced.
Eight hours of belonging for tired hearts.
