For Fred: In the voice of his love, Deborah Johnson

You are dug into the ground of me.
Smiling always. Sleeping.
Your bed is not a grave here.
Your bed is not a hole.
You are still you here.
You are still here.
Safe.
No need of teeth.
No need of claws.
Safe.
Cradled in a dimple.
Memory, tender & sweet.
Love so soft,
Even you have no word for it.

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