Sleep Sheet The sun meets the moon On its way every morning, Kisses its pale lunar roundness And generates warmth. As I rise, I imagine you, Dishevelled, warm, Slowly, gently Brushing away the soft sheet of sleep, Which still covers you As you open your eyes. I prefer it When we are both under The […]
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