As we lie dying the little death, pull me close beneath your chin and hold me tight. Breathe me in, feel my heat, wear me warm like a well worn blanket. I will weave you a dream of dyed wool, desert moons and a Paiute wind. I'll dream us through this long night. Wrap yourself in me and rest easy. Breathe me in, sleep in me, wear me like you need to. And when you awake I'll still be here like the desert moon in a Paiute wind.