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.