Soft Sheets
Her bare back moves with each breath
as she sleeps into the late morning.
A tattoo on her shoulder peers over the covers,
as her glasses sit on the table adjacent to the bed.
I want to take in all of her-
write down every image of her.
I want to keep it all.
While she sleeps, though, I'll admire from the doorway.
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