Before Sleep

My index finger
runs the curve
of your lips.
Catching up
with the hymn
of trees,
outside the
window pane,
swaying veils.
Breath against breath,
into this make belief
Eye meeting eye,
searching for
answers given.
Skin touching skin,
covering the
spaces in between.
This is a conversation
and a travel
in trance.
We own
everything, tonight,
before sleep.

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