Evenings in Bed

Your head smells like rain tonight.
As if we left you out for too long.

(“Which we would never do,”
My brain qualifies.
As if it needs to.)

I think of inky skies,
Grey clouds,
A light drizzle at the beach,
Sea spray flying high.

All of them are fine
But tonight I’ll hold you close,
Smell your rain-dusted hair
And feel your tiny snores
As ripples
In the air

Millie Kidson
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