by John Ciardi
Everytime you are sleeping and I
am not I like to watch your far
breathing wakefully counting this
and far nights tenderly dark with
thoughts closely and farther yet
nights when you will not be closely
thus thought of in any way nor 1
From:
Poems of Love and Marriage
Copyright ©:
1988, University of Arkansas Press
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