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Afloat
Afloat
Glass
Liquid glass
A sheet unbroken
concentric circles, miniscule ripples
begun from spilled hair
tilted head
Yes.
Sigh
Warmth and yawning
clutching at the sleep-state
Turning.
Sudden intake of breath
Warm breast nipple-graze collides
With slivers of a daydream,
fragmented fantasies of you.
Fingers of sunlight
Harbingers of morning
Clean, happy
Reaching across the bed
Caress my hair
I smile
My hands are your hands.
My mind is glass.
Water laps at the side of the boat
Sun sinks below the horizon,
Paints our skin red.
Red on red, goosepimples
Nipples hardened in cooling breeze.
Hot breath
against my throat
Firm hands
at my back
Eyes, windows, open
Intense.
Sigh.
Turning
Covers over my head
Hugging the pillow
Clinging
Waking.
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