Sleeping Lady

Breathing softly,
pink dry lips await a wet lick from her lavishing tongue.

Eyes were moving sharply,
twisting and dancing as her mind unravels the days of events that are done.

Strands of hair so perfectly combed
before she lay undressed,
in the safety of her home.

One hand under the cloudy white pillow
as the other couples her smooth prudent breast.

She mutters a word that sounds familiar,
dreaming away as reality becomes unfamiliar.

She turns and changes position without permission;
her body numb, to the sound of my deluded patterns of thinking.

Will, she awake to see my yawn?
She’s already gone.

I turn the light off and join her on this journey to the future.
I saw this moment before we arrived, in this moment of encapsulating some.

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