Autumn Dreams
My toes bridge the cool sheets to
Curl against yours
As October snow falls outside our thin bedroom walls,
I watch flaked silhouettes drip down your cheeks
Like tears or
Beads of water in our tiny shower when you
Press your nose to mine
Our boots rest below the lone furnace
Dripping into the carpet
Salt staining the blue to ochre
I reach my hand to trace your lips with my fingertip
Resting in the dip of your cupid’s bow
Your pink mouth parts, allowing your breath to
Rest like a feather in my palm
Because I love you,
I watch you while you dream
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