My Muse

I stood in the doorway
and watched him sleep
and his little arm slowly fell
to his side as he relaxed.

I watched him take
tiny even breaths
and his soft downy hair
and his fingers twitching.

I marveled at his lips
and his tiny nose
the way he still sucked
even as he slept.

He looks so big
but really, he and I
are both so small.
Standing in the doorway

I noted that I
was not breathing
was simply standing
hand opened on my chest.

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