Poetica Spontenaium 11.14.04
Oh perfect morning
When the sun pays gentle homage
to the slope and sweetness
of eyelids soft and tight
still captured in liquid dream
I’ll watch you breathe
In the subtle clover honey of my sighs
I’ll float in oceans of crumpled sheets
And sink into the curve
made for me by your body
And there I rest and find home
In the heartbeat beneath my ear
Knowing by your sleep kissed grin
In your dreams, I am there.

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