and i wake up to the
naked scent of your body
brimming with wonder -
lucid and lustrous and
illumined by the faint
light hanging from the window,
inches of you touched by
the shadow my thoughts
create, i chase endless
trenches that bear your
peace as you remain
perpetually graceful and
perfect the way you are
if only all mornings are like this.
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