In the night, when all matters of life become
mute save for her breathing next to me, I bask in the love that radiates from
her, that pours from her soul as she sleeps unaware of my watching her.
“I am
so thankful for you.” I say and place my hand on her thin, milky arm and smile
at her ring.
I turn to the ceiling and consider her existence upon this earth at
the same exact time and within the exact same fabrics of space as me. The layers of
she and I pass through my head, unceasing, as my lover rolls over and sews one of her
legs within my knees and sighs softly back to sleep, back to me.
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