If slumber is supposed to provide
rest,
then why is it that
you, with the smug smile,
exhaust me in my respite?
Heavy down covers and blankets
cannot stifle my beating heart,
which still remembers the moments when it skipped
(because your heart saw mine,
snuck up on it, and tripped it).
Pillows with claims to Egyptian treasures
do
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