1.
How you become wet,
as if you were wax
and I flame.
Or you are ocean
and I a swimmer, submerged.
Or that water is Life.
2.
Your muffled cries
bitten into the pillow,
knuckles white, grasping the sheet.
3.
The scent of sleep
on your body at dawn.
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