When I finally awake into life,
still drowsed by a sluggish sleep,
the touch of your arms will belong
to me, in the depths of dreams.
And stretching, I'll run my fingers
the length of your body, touching your
scars and forgetting past pains in the
peace of a still morning, sun-streaming.
Tracing your eyebrow, and catching
the shadow of a cascading smile, we'll
plan of living through the day without
regrets, and wait to wake for one moment
longer.
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A feeling of truth to be sure
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