The poet sleeps and dreams of you.
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alone in the early morningpeaceful, pets are back to sleepoutside, very still but not quietthe dawn chorus doesn’t care about social distancing early morning in early springcardinals chirp their bright…
Leave a CommentBerce moi I am sitting on our second-hand couchlegs tucked under me, book in my lapI am only half-reading. I have two drinks on the bookshelf next to meOne hot…
Leave a CommentWhen we lay like this, quiet and still, my lover’s head resting on my breast, his eyes closed, his head rising and falling with my breath, overlapped with shorter wavelength…
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