Between sips of chamomile & glances at the sky,
I fell asleep last night wrapped tight in warm sheets
underneath a halcyon rain of lush, pulsing beats.
Not a bad end to a day, though
I can't help but think it would've been nicer
hopelessly cast adrift amidst
a sea of candles;
with heady scents in the air,
a bottle of white wine, &
you there
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