At night
sound works harder
happiness floats
and I lie awake
heating my memories
so close to you.
I curl lines of poems
silent bars of music
on lip rolls
as the pillow bites
and I skin the sheets
Then I find your arm
and your hand
in the dark
to lace fingers
blindly
our breath shakes
connects
as consciousness drops
reality pushes away
and my thoughts
disappear.
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