As comforting as the soft warmth of a baby’s head
That I could feel your naked hair,
As comforting as the soft warmth of a baby’s head
Soft fingers like sweet, sweet accord
Brought on her spirit to a golden flower:
As comforting as the soft warmth of a baby’s head
We speak like other words at night,
The violate with violet, with wildflowers.
As comforting as the soft warmth of a baby’s head
Young April hushed the happy night
Before you passed, your lovely purple hair.
As comforting as the soft warmth of a baby’s head
Beside me, while I sang.
About the Creator
Aingeal Stone
My head is crammed full of stories so writing is a form of exorcism. I am a militant librarian and professional feminist. Everything is important and I take nothing seriously. I love mimosas and gin, my six dogs and my partner.
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