I never was able to sleep with
a person on my side of my bed,
on his side of my bed
I suppose anyone in any bed
I was sleeping in at all,
really.
Until this: soft,
slow breathing;
limbs entwined in an impossible tangle
(snare, with anyone
else);
warmth &
comfort &
now
"You'll get used to me," he said
the irony:
it's harder to sleep alone
(except not, hur hur).
Not long ago I told
him, we both sleepy
tigers swimming in a chemical
cocktail of arching neck & moist lips,
he was making me write again.
A reply mumbled muffled against
the hollow of my shoulder; he
already drifting into the
dreamscape shift
makes
my waking life
such beautiful
anyway.















Comments
"It's harder to sleep alone" That line hit close to home.
Wonderful writing.
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"Burn with Passion. Kill with Rage"
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Melvin: just saw 2 girls 1 cup.
I have this many FIHPs: 295.
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