Things I tell myself, waking up with her:
She'll be beautiful
When the night catches the day
When all the dreams she's left on my pillow
Begin to dance across my bedroom floor
To the music of our breaths
And the morning storms
And the wanting
No
The need to return
To those dreams
To those breaths
To dancing
Yes dancing
Again and again
When I
Her
The sun
Can take no more
Only the moon and my will
Wanes
Still
She'll be beautiful
With each ache
Each long drawn fit
Every arched trembling surprise
Her hair a perfect storm
And the dancing
Yes dancing
Even in her eyes
Oh how those dreams
Demand the notice
Of each waking moment
And each moment exists
Without the burden of time
She'll be beautiful
When I pull myself from this slumber
She always is
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