she is, while madly am IX

she is
that moment
of waking
from a dream
to curl up closer to her
better than dreaming

she is
the warm fingers
grazing against need
the feel of her soft hair
against
a freshly shaven cheek

is it
any wonder
i love her
like the tides
love the moon
above

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