Sapio the Series by Lala Barnard - HTML preview

Once a Night

And once a night

I’m a mirror

Reflecting all his fantasies

Before him

Soaking up his sole conversations

In my heavy, sleepy heaves

Once a night

I’m marveled at

Like a dream come true

Silent and unaware

That even my imperfections have fallen away

Once a night

I’m held in prayer

I turn to gold

In his arms

Warmed with blanket aid

At home.

Once a night,

All night.