Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read
In the crook of the arm
Lay down your sleepy head
My bambino
Hours you could sleep
Till I eased my arm away
Softest pillows cannot replace
The crook of the arm
The homeless on the pavement
The lover and the seductress
The sibling rivalry peaks
For the crook of the arm
As I lay my head I mused
How the costliest pillow
Can’t replace the crook of the arm
Even if it’s one’s own.