I inhale the feeling of his eyelids
upon my heart
which sings only to him -
the rhythms of sleep.
Then he lifts his head
and the pounding bursts
out of me to fill the room
and hold (swimmingly, with blood)
his mind, bound to the tides
of my body.
When nightmares end,
I know that the light thuds
are his feet.
And blood: the flush of
dawn upon my cheeks.
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