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Fatigue and lack of sleep
Nip at the edges of my consciousness.
My head lulls itself back and forth,
Eyes unfocused, attempting to read.
I turn and lay flat on my back,
One single, noiseless thought:
If only she were here next to me.
No need for anything else.
No need for sound, except for her breathing.
No need for touch, except for her skin.
No need for taste, except for her lips.
No need to see, when the world is in my arms.
So much behind those eyes that I can’t reach yet,
A bottomless expanse, full of wonder.
No woman has ever fit so perfectly in my embrace before.
For so long the bed was too big,
Impossible to fill on my own.
For one, bittersweet night, it was perfect.