With my lids closed fluttering
faster than cardinal's wings
I can
still see you
as the light races in through the cracks
in my blinds.
I'm tossing, you're not turning.
I'm comfortable, you're moving.
Lavender in my sheets, wrapped around
your body
like you
around me.
Fluttering faster than cardinal's wings
my heavy corneas recognize colour.
Ancient
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