In the drowsy bee-time

In the drowsy bee-time after lunch,
three of us dozing under the slow fan:
you, in my lap, and you, in the basket –
and my love spread over both like a gossamer blanket,
tucking you around with soft breaths
and the ease of honeyed dreams.

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