You are wide like the sweeping night,
and you are wrought like a hulking
Grenadier. A protective cage,
welcoming to the sick and stale.
You are plum like the rising sun;
and you remain privy to my
secrets. Though I do not know if I can
trust you, one so knowledgeable.
Your gossipy joints threaten to
disclose my secrets; but I shall
forgive your prattling in exchange
for a sleep inducing cuddle.