I'm saving the covers for you
by stoop-kid
so you have somewhere to cocoon
your tired body and somewhere
to weave another dream within
your nest of sheets.
I've had enough dreams
to not mind taking a night-shift
(or three) to keep vigil over
the shell where you curl into yourself,
and count the hairs you leave
on my pillowcase where you retreat.
and when a night-terror's ambush
tries to pull you from your reverie,
I will lull the madness to sleep.
I will lull your madness to sleep.