We leave early tomorrow, the twins asleep inches away,

Slip into our sleeping bag- kiss me, you say.

Gently lift my shirt, whisper on my mouth,

Just kiss me.

Unlike the urgent kiss when you filled me with your babies,

This melting kiss tells the world lies in this tent,

Says all my wild child dreams came true- with you.

An archangel rests in my arms, lips stilled.

I wake thrilled tomorrow is today,

Smile soft where you kissed me.