against this skin crossed with lines
brown in the heat of the sun
tie it high and send it looping
graceful as the breeze that plays against it
see it hanging against the arm
how it lies across the trunk
he is so strong as he stands still
holding me in my silken swing
rocking back and forth asleep
while someone somewhere sings
rockabye baby...
you won't let me fall.
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