Returning

by revbillcook

I feel the bones of your sleeping

slow rhythmic rise & fall beneath my hand.

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Wind lifts the lace curtains

moonlight touches the far wall.

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Silver-pink salmon leap upstream

through cold rushing water returning

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I place my head on your soft belly

You draw me closer. I smell your skin

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O I would melt into your dreams

and drink the sand of your sleep.

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From beneath the window, sound of traffic,

the hum of the air conditioner.

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