Rest right here in the safety of our bed
And I'll whisper pillowy words thread by thread.
The solid oak fixed to the iron rails
Are my promises not some fairy tales.
If drafting doubts invade our secret place
My skin's silky sheets will keep you safe.
See lights in our expansive canopy--
They're children's children--our lasting legacy.
We're older than we thought we'd ever be,
Still, side-by-side, we sleep delicately.
So do not fear because of nightly dread,
I will always be here, in our coffin-bed.
