He takes her in his arms, hand

gentle on the head, eyes 
look on her with love a dream
to calm the day.
He takes her hand and arm, draws her
inside, away, and the day  
descends to dreaming
deepening and soft -
the sighing of the waves
breathes through the open window
and the gloaming kindled 
by hand on skin and burning eye
the counterpane turned down
the candled room warm.
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