sleepy sensate

so tired and anxious, so sleepless and
still.

my pillows no longer retain
the faintest smell

of

my love,

whose beautiful face
once slept—

mere inches

from my lips, nose, eyes, ears, and
fingers.

when next her head
lies sweetly next
to mine, i will
sing her a song
and
kiss her lips
and stroke
her hair and smell
her neck,
and hear the sounds
she makes

when our skin
no longer
has
anything
between us.

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