sleep overs

March 25, 2007

sunshine on window sills
you’re
snoring a little bit,
tangled hair tickling
my nose
dampness in the crease between
neck and chin
it smells like
you and i,
asleep together on a 
sunday morning
march birds with chiming
voices

sliding across
down alongside
i think
[no, i mean
i know]
this is the right way

sleepy lips against my
shoulder blade;
i think i’ll stay in bed.

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