she awakes
scoots closer
until the distance
between them
is imaginary
the feeling
of flowing
between one another
united
one mass
of legs and arms
tangled
beneath the sheets
breathing
in unison
contented
in their own
private world
one heartbeat
in the still
morning air
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
If only.
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It feels okay to dream, less hollow than to wish, at least then it has substance even if it fades upon waking. that could be a poem. dang.
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Lovely. ❤
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thank you. a dream to dream of upon waking.
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Indeed.
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