Next episode, eventhough
I knew I wasn't going to make it,
a familiar theme replays,
so I rest my eyes,
your leg stretched across my chest,
bedside light turned down, cooling,
tucked my face away under your warm thigh,
the heater droned on and on, as always
you're silently typing on ipad screens
I'm drifting off to dreams.
Fantastic...like poetry verite.
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