the morning approach
This night has faded slowly into
the moments before sunrise,
my head lying sleepily on your chest.
I can hear your heart beating, correction, pounding,
within your ribcage, pulsing
against the tissue of my ear.
Absently mindedly I stroke your
hair, and gaze wistfully at
your face. I’m scared,
I want to say, scared I might
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