Awake, you’re never as beautiful as when you sleep.
Moonlight filtered through slightly parted window blinds,
to dance in secrets and darkness fanned
against your untroubled face.

Against my fingertips, relaxed and warm
solid and comfortingly real.
I am touching you to confirm…
This is too surreal to trust…
But you are not a mirage in my desert
And I am not thirsty.

Awake, ten thousand responsibilities
lists of neverending to-do’s
Awake, your strides too swiftly carry you away…
I cannot follow…
I’ll be waiting.

Asleep, you are purely mine
Sadly juxtaposed, you still aren’t here.
Asleep, you search for me… cradle me close.
I was always right here.


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