sleep is a dim wave
where i follow you
into your deep sea,
an echo of a feverish
frolic where we remain
moored to each other.
sleeping in your bed
is sailing a dark sea
illuminated by mutual delight,
a place where we meet
in an unspoken dream
and greet the dawn.
sleep is a painting where i
find your name and your
flaming peach tree,
an art of sinking and floating
upon the canvas of your skin
and the sculpture of your embrace.
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