|these are my dreams before sleep|
to the place before sleep,
It is always perfectly dusk here.
Every time I peer out the tall window
breezes push the white, cotton
curtains against the dark wood floors.
Barefoot, tan, and beautiful
I lay upon our oversized bed.
You joined me without a stir.
I gaze at you lovingly,
to notice you've gotten a little older,
but the age looks so good on your face.
An oversized fan beats away mosquitoes
while shaking the curtains that hang on
the rods atop the four posters of our bed.
English accents fill the dusty room
Books in a bar? How distinguished, darling...
I rub my foot up your leg,
and you scold me with your words
but eat it up with your eyes.
The night was shiny from drunkenness and love.
This is our goodbye.
Our finale, that ends with a kiss-
a kiss that doesn't possess the
"get or give" attitude of sex;
it balances the sincerity of love
and the deceit of longing,
lingering a moment too long
the universal hope of finding love always ends the night. my head, heavy with thought, can finally float off to sleep, carried on the wings of such a innocent, wispy wish.
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