sinking further into pillows
encapsulating darkness
and a wet dream full of strangers
all the wool has fallen
to the bottom of the quilt
and my face is so cold
that i can't even feel my nose
the moonlight casts romantic shadows
through my flimsy curtains.
water drips
slowly down my window
breathe in
breathe out
small contractions
the batting of an eyelid
a haiku of whispered thoughts
things begin to unfold
as the world disappears into darkness
long deep breaths
a forgotten song is softly hummed
not quite loud enough to be noticed
but beautiful enough to be remembered
fingertips
resting softly
skin on skin
beauty
innocence
fragility
sound
silence
a deafening quiet
stillness
darkness
nothing
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