By scqueen@yahoo.com
Date: 4 November 2000
nitemoves
as i sleep, night air seeps in
through a cracked window -
it carries the cool dampness of
a california winter settling in
and i dream of your face
i see the hunger in your eyes that
beg me to feed you with love
i trace your smile lines with the
tips of my fingers and rest them
on your bottom lip
i resist the urge to brush your hair from
your forehead but not to grab your
chin and kiss you long and hard
the dream ebbs softly
not in nor out
now coyotes are whooping in the hills like
tickled kids around a campfire
and i squint at the clock
it's 4 am
i snuggle deeper and try to recapture
your face
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