Noses
millimeters apart
My
bare feet cozied up against yours
You
fell asleep before me
You
look so peaceful; I can’t wake you now
What
a wonderful thing it is
To
have your slow breath be the last thing I hear
Before
I drift off into my own slumber
I
love sleeping with you
In
the most innocent sense
R.R.
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