Monday, 20 June 2016

Bedtime

Sweaty neck curls your dark hair
Rhythmic sucking slows as breathing deepens
Eyes gaze out the glass until they glass over
Pink pajamas crease against mine 
All is right in this moment 
Except that the wrong heartbeat is lulling you to sleep
I wouldn't have it any other way
And yet I desperately would

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