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You are what i breathe
in those moments
before sleep blinds my eyes,
closed for the night.

Dreams doing justice
to you, staring
through to my soul
and wrapped around me.

It feels good to be held
in your eyes that way.
Like tulips filled with morning dew
waiting to grow.

Twists and turns to face you.
The beautiful ringing in my nostrils
from the smell of your hair in my face.
Lost in clouds of disbelief

A shame to wake up
without your gentle whisper
drowning out my snores.
Another dream for later.