My queen sleeps naked
with too many sheets, she
cannot breathe
without me,
We dream together,
and then we sleep;
love is the secret
that we keep,
look here, we weave
into the breeze,
a single lifeline when we sleep
and hold each other
through the calm
and most confounding of times
something sacred
pushes our dreams further on
and the light of you
glows upon me
and mine upon yours
yes
we are the dream
where love is indeed
an eternal thing.
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