scraps of yarn

as sleep fades
the world begins
to impose itself
only the faintest
hint of your lips
remain
pressed firmly
against mine
the last wisp of
subconsciously
kissing you
throughout the night

i squeeze my eyes
tightly shut
in hopes of falling back
into dream
into you
where the promise of
my heart’s content
can be realized
instead of the scraps of yarn
in crow beaks
dragged across the backyard
of my sleeping desire

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