waking and bleary under masses
of sheets and blankets up to our chins.
frost at the window ant the warmth of you near.
my face...inches from your face...
let your eyes stay closed as i study you
in the late morning light.
and have the image of your angel face
to keep forever.
let me remember always
each eyelash, each perfect imperfection,
each breath.
and let me remain on your arm...
just each morning from here to eternity.
let me lay there. let me wake there.
let me live there. let me die there.
2003
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